"'T won't be long 'fore we '11 all
hafto go to school," remarked Frances,
"and I 'Il be mighty sorry; I wish we
did n't ever hafto go to any old
school."
"I wisht we knowed how to read
an' write when we 's born," said Bil
ly. "If I was God I 'd make all my
babies so 's they is already eddicated
when they gits born. Reckon if we
'd pray ev'y night an' ask God, he'4
learn them babies what he 's makin'
on now how to read an' write?"
"I don' care nothing at all 'bout
them babies," put in Jimmy, " t' aint
going to do us no good if all the new
babies what Doctor Sanford finds can
read and write; it 'd jes' make 'em
the sassiest things ever was. 'Sides,
I got plenty things to ask God for
'thout fooling long other folks' brats,
and I ain't going to meddle with
God's business nohow."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Usual Result.
Husband-Everything in this house
is out of place. Been having an
earthquake?
Wife-I've been putting things in
order.
We measure success by accumula
tion. The measure is false. The
true measure Is appreciation. He who
loves most has most.--Henry vas
Dyke.
HIS SERMON IN A NUTSHELL!
Comprehensive and Succinct Report
of What Was Said in the
Funeral Oration.
A popular Irishman, beloved for
many a mile around his home town.
died suddenly. He belonged to sev
eral organizations, and the A. O. H.
of Bloomville decided to send a rep
resentative to his funeral.
The church was packed and the
clergyman most sympathetic. In ex
pressing his certainty of immortality
he went in for simile.
