The little boy, sent to the butcher shop, delivered himself of his message in these words:

   "Ma says to send her another ox-tail, please, an' ma says the last one was very nice, an' ma says she wants another off the same ox!"

   Little Willie came home in a sad state. He had a black eye and numerous scratches and contusions, and his clothes were a sight. His mother was horrified at the spectacle presented by her darling. There were tears in her eyes as she addressed him rebukingly:

   "Oh, Willie, Willie! How often have I told you not to play with that naughty Peck boy!"

   Little Willie regarded his mother with an expression of deepest disgust.

   "Say, ma," he objected, "do I look as if I had been playing with anybody?"

   *    *    *

   The cross-eyed man at the ball bowed with courtly grace, and said:

   "May I have the pleasure of this dance?"

   Two wallflowers answered as with one voice:

   "With pleasure."

   The young man applied to the manager of the entertainment museum for employment as a freak, and the following dialogue occurred:

   "Who are you?"

   "I am Enoch, the egg king."

   "What is your specialty?"

   "I eat three dozen hen's eggs, two dozen duck eggs, and one dozen goose eggs, at a single setting."

   "Do you know our program?"

   "What is it?"

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