In Lighter Mood

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LIGHTER MOOD- Pleasant Old Gentleman — "Have you lived here all your life, my little man?" Arthur (aged six) — "Not yet." — LippincoWs Magazine. The beginning of an international misunderstanding, or the con- tinuation of an old one, is contained in this dialogue from the Philadel- phia Public Ledger: "You can always tell an Englishman," said the Briton, proudly. "Of course you can," replied the Yankee, "but it doesn't do any good." A farmer living near Providence, Rhode Island, was driving home from that city, several weeks ago, when a nut came off the axle of his buggy. He halted for repairs, and was in no little trouble. Finally an Ital- ian laborer came along, and the farmer hailed him and asked him if he had a monkey wrench. The Italian was angry in an instant, and warmly replied: — "What for you insulta me? I no keepa da monkey ranch. I keepa da sheep ranch." A former Assistant Secretary of the Interior, who lives in Wash- ington, is of the same name as a poet who writes and lives in Pennsyl- vania. The ex-official has a letter he received, a time ago, which he considers the most remarkable epistle he ever read. The writer confounded him with the poet and wrote: "Dear friend and statsmen: I rite you the earliest dait to be so cind as to do ma a grat fafor. I haf trid all cinds of paten medisin for hart decease an no avail.
I read yore littel pome on Hart decese be- ginin "The hart which sad tumultus beets, with throbs of keenest pain wil oft recover its defeets Thro' naturs sweat refrane. "I haf never trid an injun doc but haf took all cinds of erbs. i now ast you to send me by retrn male 2 bottels of your medsin naturs sweat refrane.
Sen to Alex K , C postoffus, Penn. "P. S. i will sen prise by return male." — Saturday Evening Post.