I am, replied the boy, coolly.

How can you, she exclaimed. Think how the mother will grieve over the

loss of her eggs.

Oh, she won’t care, said the boy. She’s up there on your hat.

* * * * *

That Confederate money was never taken seriously is well illustrated in

the following story told by the late General John B. Gordon, and which,

as far as can be ascertained, has never appeared in print.

One day during a temporary cessation of hostilities between the opposing

forces a tall, strapping Yankee rode into the Confederate camp on a sorry

looking old horse to effect a trade for some tobacco.

Hullo, Yank! hailed one of a number of Confederate soldiers lolling about

on the grass in front of a tent, that’s a right smart horse you all got

there.

Think so? returned the Yank.

Yes; what’ll you take for him?

Oh, I don’t know.

Well, I’ll give you $7,000 for him, bantered the Confederate.

You go to blazes! indignantly returned the Yank; I’ve just paid $10,000

of your money to have him curried.

* * * * *

Two brothers were discussing which smelled the strongest, a goat or a

tramp. They agreed to leave it to the judge.

All right, said the judge, trot in your animals.

They brought in the goat and the judge fainted. They then brought in the

tramp and the goat fainted.

* * * * *

A party of traveling men in a Chicago hotel were one day boasting of the

business done by their respective firms, when one of the drummers said:

No house in the country, I am proud to say, has more men and women

pushing its line of goods than mine.

What do you sell? he was asked.

Baby carriages! shouted the drummer, as he fled from the room.

* * * * *

Mayor’s secretary, William P. Ryan, was commenting on the way in which

many illiterate persons seem to get along in the world, says the Chicago

Journal.

The late William J. Carrol used to tell a good story along this line,

said Mr. Ryan. He had business connected with the collection of rents

which used to take him to a certain place on the eastern shore at

intervals. On one occasion he went into a store there, the proprietor of

which could neither read nor write. While he was there a man came in who

was evidently a regular customer.

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