The Last Word.

The small boys of the country town were organising a cricket team. They had the promise of a field for their practice from the father of one of the lads. The great question was who should be chosen captain. Each in turn laid claim to the honour—the best bowler, the oldest lad, and so on, until all but one had spoken persuasively, even vehemently and threateningly of his candidacy. The one boy then said:

“My father owns this field, and if I am not made captain he will turn the bull into it.”

He was the captain.