At Reduced Speed.
Uncle Hays—’Member the Hawkins boys who ran away to jine a theatre company?
Aunt Marthy—Why, yes! What about ’em?
Uncle Hays (quietly)—They’ve walked back.
Two Feminine Views of Adam.
First Nineteenth Century Girl—I never did have any opinion of Adam. A man who could excuse himself by saying, “The woman tempted me,” had none of the instincts of a gentleman.
Second Ditto—But what could you expect of the first man? You know it takes three generations to make a gentleman.
Posted on the Ring.
“Strange,” remarked Mrs. Brown, “I have rung at Mrs. Smith’s door three times this week, and I didn’t succeed in arousing anyone. I suppose the family is out of town!”
“Possibly,” replied Mrs. Jones; “but Mrs. Smith was telling me just now that she could tell your ring among a thousand.”