P. S. _Do not aim the boy at anybody._--M. D.
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[Illustration: "IT ISN'T CATCHIN'."]
_Case of Small-pox._--A lady school teacher in Omaha, having an inordinate
dread of the small-pox, sent home a little girl because she said her
mother was sick and had marks on her face. The next day the girl
presented herself at the school-house, with her finger in her mouth, and
her little bonnet swinging by the strings, and said to the teacher,--
"Miss ----, we've got a baby at our house; but mother told me to tell you
that 'it isn't catchin'.'"
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"_Not much to look at._"--The late eminent Dr. Wallaston was introduced,
at an evening party, to a rather pert young lady.
"O, doctor," she said, "I am delighted to meet you; I have so long wished
to see you."
"Well," said the man of science, "and pray what do you think of me now you
have seen me?"
"You may be very clever," was the answer, "_but you are nothing to look
at_."
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[Illustration: FUNERAL OF THE CANARY.]
_Funeral Anthems._--Reading in a western paper that at funerals out in
Terre Haute they closed the solemn ceremony by singing very impressively
"_The Ham-fat Man_," reminds me of the following, which actually occurred
at Portsmouth, N. H., last year:--
Three little girls, who had carefully and tenderly buried a pet
canary-bird in the garden, were seen holding a consultation, which
terminated by sending one of the trio into the house, with the inquiry,
"Do they sing at funerals?" Being answered in the affirmative, the little
messenger ran back, and in a few moments the three were observed standing,
hand in hand, around the little mound gravely singing,--
"_Shoo, fly! don't bodder me._"
[Illustration]