"'Dear Son—As, according to your letters, this is the fourth leg you have lost, you ought to be accustomed to it by this time. Try and hobble along on any others you may have left.'"—Boston Herald.
THE GLORY OF FAILURE.
All honor to him who wins the prize,
The world has cried for a hundred years;
But to him who tries and fails and dies,
I give great glory and honor and tears.
Joaquin Miller.
HER GUESS.
Mrs. Ascum—I hear the men talking about a "temporary business slump." I wonder what that means.
Mrs. Wise—I think it simply means that they're cooking up an excuse to give their wives less money.—Philadelphia Press.
SCOTT ON WOMAN.
O woman! In our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made—
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!