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Your costume is scanty, O Goddess;
A slip, with a shoestring begirt,
And flaunts rather less of a skirt.
Sheer silk, of the thinnest of thins,
Your shapely young shins.
Your hair is bobbed off like a Fiji;
You're swaddled in furs in July!
Entirely eclipsing one eye.
Yet out from that muddle of hair
So ears must be there!
Your lips are the crudest vermilion,
While your cheeks have a cochineal tint
The paint you apply without stint).
In the midst of the color display;
Oh, Girl of To-day!
Don't think I'm a rabid exhorter
Yet I hate to contemplate, my dear,
Or your stockings a trifle more sheer;
Or don a more scanty array-
Oh, Girl of To-day!
“it worn't nothin' like dat. Yo' jest couldn't MOSES DIGGS, an old Alabama darky, git on with her onless yo' was somewhars
had been arrested for having more than else." one wife, the last woman being the complainant. He happened to be well known locally and considered an orderly character.
A Memorial Token “How many wives have you had?" de- WH
THEN his mother returned from a day's manded the examining judge.
absence she found seven-year-old Gar“Six, yo’ Honah," was the reply.
rett wearing a very mournful air. “Why couldn't you get on with them?” “My white rat died to-day!” he an
“Well, suh, de fust two sp’iled de white nounced. folks' clo's when dey washed 'em; de thu'd “Oh, I am sorry, son,” she sympathized. worn't no cook; de fo’th was jest nacherally “I held a funeral, and buried it in the back lazy; an' de fifth-I'll tell yo', jedge, de yard." He went on, “I put some flowers on fifth, she"
its grave, but I knew they would wither, and "Incompatibility?”
I was afraid I'd lose the place, so I just left “No, yo' Honah,” said the negro, slowly, its tail sticking out for a marker."
sent," said the president, doubt-
"He was a sardine packer,"
"Well," said the president, gravely, “I think perhaps he might fill the place satisfacto rily. It is that of conductor on one of the park cars."
The Thoughtful Wife
shopper stood before the
bacconist's window. Finally A Suggestion
she entered and, after a great SHE: “How do you do! And, Gladys, that reminds
deal of searching in her bag,
box. She opened this and
a cigar, while the tobacco
man watched her curiously. THE superintendent recently called upon “This,” said the lady, holding up the stub,
visitor to "say a few words” to “is a remnant of one of my husband's special the Sunday school, the members of which cigars. Have you anything to match it?” are mostly children of tender age.
The speaker, well known for his verbose and circumlocutory manner of speech, began his address as follows:
“This morning, children, I purpose to offer you an epitome of the life of Saint Paul. It may be, perhaps, that there are among you some too young to grasp the meaning of the word ‘epitome.' 'Epitome,' children, is in its signification synonymous with synopsis.”