Dr. Brown-Sequard's new elixir of life is made from dogs, probably some infusion of bark.
—Toronto Globe.
A Mistake at Table.
"Will you pass me the butter, please?" asked a stranger of a snob at a restaurant table.
"That's the waiter over there, sir," was the supercilious reply.
"I beg your pardon," remarked the stranger. "I did make a mistake."
"You're only adding insult, sir," broke in the snob; "nothing could induce me to believe that you mistook me for a waiter!"
"Certainly not," returned the stranger. "I mistook you for a gentleman."