Stable Talk.—The General. "That's a funny sort of horse you've got there, Cuthbert." Cuthbert. "Yes, gran'pa. You see he's been 'eating his head off' all the winter!"

Severe Mother. "You naughty boy! How dare you tell such stories? Aren't you ashamed of yourself for being a little liar?" Injured Son. "Well, mother, 't ain't my fault. Father gave me a awful thrashing the other day for having spoken the truth." Mother. "What do you mean?" Son. "Why, when I told you that father had come home quite drunk the night before!"

"IN STRANGE ATTIRE"

"Nurse! Nurse! Bobby's out of bed, and running about in his bananas!"

PROOF

"You won't go in that dark room alone by yourself, Tommy."

"Oh! won't I? You just come with me, and see me do it!"

INCONTROVERTIBLE

"And how old are you, my little man?"

"I'm not old at all. I'm nearly new!"

MISUNDERSTOOD

Mild Old Gentleman rescues a bun which child has dropped in the mud.

Child (all aglow with righteous indignation). "That's my bun!"