Mrs. Prim—It's dreadful the way the men drink these days; isn't it? My husband's head is so weak he can't drink. A glass of vichy makes him roaring.
Mrs. Blim.—Yes, and my husband can't read the label on a beer bottle without getting a headache.
—Cincinnati Commercial.
Cheap Postage.
"Talk about cheap postal rates. I've seen 125 pounds go for a two-cent stamp," remarked Mr. Keeplent.