Mr. Gunsaulus was telling a group of the bibliomaniacs yesterday that there was nothing so beautiful in a house as a bevy of bright children. "I have a very lovely family," said he. "I hold, as the sinful world would say, a bobtail flush."
"What's that?" asked Hon. Charles B. Farwell, the well-known collector of Bibles and psalm books.
"We were talking about children," exclaimed Mr. Gunsaulus, "and I was saying that in our family we had a bobtail flush—four girls and a boy."
"No," said Mr. Farwell, smiling sadly; "it is evident that you have had no experience in the ways of the world, otherwise you would not make so erroneous an application of terms. You do not hold a bobtail flush; you hold four of a kind—four queens and a jack—a powerful good hand, sir, and I should advise you to stand pat."
—Chicago News.
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Grocer (who has lately joined the militia, practising in his shop)—Right, left, right, left. Four paces to the rear; march! (Falls down trapdoor into the cellar.)