She—I don't see why I ever married such a brute. I am going straight home to mother.
He—Brute, eh? I want you to understand, young woman, that I only married you out of pity.
—Lawrence American.
The Sly Way in Which Prohibition Works.
A week or two ago a well-known dealer in live stock of this city went over to Washington County to make a deal with a big stock raiser, who is also prominent as a strict Prohibitionist. The cattle having been inspected and the price agreed upon, the Washington County man retired to the house to make out a receipt and so on, leaving the Pittsburgher in his son's hands. As soon as the old man had disappeared indoors his son, a bright lad, nearing his majority, said to the Pittsburgher:
"This is rather dry work talking all day, ain't it?"
The Pittsburgher vehemently assented.