In Lighter Mood
Improvement Era, vol. 10, no. 2, December 1906, p. 151
Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
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IN LIGHTER MOOD.
Mr. Hopeful — "I'm quite a near neighbor of yours now. I've taken a house by the river." Miss Golifehtly — "Oh, I hope you'll drop in some day."
— Cora "Jack proposed to me this morning when we were automobiling. — Edna "Oh you mustn't mind. He's excusable. He only bought the machine yesterday, and didn't know what he was driving at."
"When I was starting in business in Cleveland, " said John D. Rockefeller, "I had a bright little office boy whom I tried to keep busy, as a boy ought to be. "One hot August afternoon as I was starting out to collect a bill, I said to the little chap, 'Well, I suppose the bookkeeper has told you what to do this afternoon?' " " 'Yessir, ' piped the youngster; 'I'm to wake him up jes' as soon aa I see ' you comin' back. '
A Boston minister once noticed a crowd of urchins clustered around a dog of doubtful pedigree. "What are you doing, my little men?" he asked with fatherly interest. "Swappin' lies," volunteered one of the boys. "The feller that tells the .
biggest one gets the purp." !' ' 'Shocking ' exclaimed the minister. ' 'Why, when I was your age I never even thought of telling an untruth." ' 'Youse win," chorused the urchins. "The dog's yours, mister."
A new story relates that a boy said at treakfast that he knew the name of the beau sister had in the parlor last night. It was George Dont. He had heard her call him George Dont a dozen times or more. Kansas City Journal.
The story is told of two Trenton men who hired a horse and trap for a little outing not long ago. Upon reaching their destination, the horse was unharnessed and permitted peacefully to graze while the men fished for an hour or two. When they were ready to go home, a difficulty at onc§ presented itself, inasmuch as neither of the Trentonians knew how to reharness the horse. Every effort in this direction met with dire failure, and the worst problem was properly to adjust the bit. The horse himself seemed to resent the idea of going into harness again. Finally one of the friends, in great disgust, sat down in the road. ' 'There's only one thing we can do. Bill," he said. "What's that?" asked Bill, "Wait for the foolish beast to yawn!" Outing.