Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
WHAT THEY LAUGH AT ABROAD.
Wit and Humor of the Foreign Jokesmiths, Culled from French, German, and Italian Periodicals, and Translated for “The Scrap Book.”
NO CAUSE FOR ALARM.
Young Doctor—Do you think the visitor is really a patient? I am afraid that he is a creditor.
Servant—Well, I heard him groaning. If he isn’t ill he must have a very big bill to collect.—Fliegende Blätter.
A WELL REGULATED LIFE.
Reporter (to old man)—How come you to be so hale and hearty at ninety?
Old Man—Regularity, sir. I have gone on a spree regularly every Sunday, since I was twenty. There is nothing like regularity.—Fliegende Blätter.