There is an interesting history in the
manufacture of . a shoe and the
various occupations that find their way
into it before completion, bnt its event
ful career begins when it leaves the
last. Our destinies seem pictured in it
as it suggests that inevitable fate
which awaits us all Our Second Cen-
hir ., I
HUMOROUS.
Bijah akd bis Boots. "What on
earth ails you this time?" sharply de
manded the court, as Bijah limped
across the path to his desk.
"Boots," was his brief reply.
"Who booted your".
"I want it understood that I've got
a new pair of feet, and they hurt my
boots I" answered the janitor.
"Where are they show 'em to me."
Bijah limped into the corridor and
brought out one. He was a little pale
around the mouth, and he trembled as
he said :
" It's plenty big enough, but the heel
don't set right."
His honor looked from the boot to
Bijah 's foot and back, and a look of
horror settled down upon his face as he
said:
"Well, I'm now ready to lay down
and diet When a man seventy-eight
years old, bald-headed, ugly looking,
and with bands as big as wall-baskets,
will deliberately try to crowd a number
13 foot into a number 13 boot, we might
as well go under ground."
"That boot is even too big for me !"
persisted Bijah.
