In Lighter Mood

IN LIGHTER. MOOD From well-authenticated sources, says a writer in Lippincott's, we learn that the Sultan of Turkey does not care for the tune, "Onward, Christian Soldiers." One to Go. — Elocutionist: "Strike for your altars and your fires! Strike! Till the last armed foe " Fan: "Dat's two strikes, mister! One more an' yer out." — New York World. "Our new citizens quickly pick up American ideas." "How now?" "I asked the Greek bootblack on our block if he wasn't going home to fight, and he tells me that he is paired with the Turk who runs the fruit stand." The American Magazine speaks of a witty Welshman named Jones who retained his wit even unto death. In his last illness, his lawyer who was sent for, to make his will, and his physician stood on either side of his bed, when Jones calmly remarked, "Today, I am like my Savior, dying between two thieves." A medical student was talking to a surgeon about a case. "What did you operate on the man for?" the student asked. "Three hundred dollars," replied the surgeon. "Yes, I know," said the student. "I mean, what did the man have?" "Three hundred and one dollars," replied the surgeon. The wild Indian has apparently disappeared forever. Even the great chiefs who, in native costume, watched President Taft break ground for the Indian memorial at the entrance to New York harbor a few weeks ago, were not what they seemed. One of them, whose war-bonnet shadowed a face streaked with yellow and vermilion, was looking at the great East River bridge when a bystander attempted by signs and motions to impress him with an idea of its size. After a little the Indian interrupted him with the remark, "Yes, it's some bridge, all right." He is a graduate of Carlisle. The ancestral costume was for the occasion only. — Youth's Companion.