"And them's mine, Mr. Morris," remarked Miss Clara.
—Harpers' Bazar.
He Got There All the Same.
There is in Lewiston at least one man whose friends never worry about his ability to take care of himself no matter where he may be.
He went to the inauguration at Washington, last month, and after hanging around in the rain for an hour and becoming thoroughly wet, he thought it would be a good plan to go up and stand under the capitol portico,—that being next best to admittance to the capitol itself, which seemed to be out of the question, as he had no ticket.
But when he tried to avail himself of this shelter, a policeman stopped him.
"Can't I stand in here out of the rain?" the Lewistonian asked, innocently.
"No," said the policeman, "not unless you have a ticket."