A schoolteacher was addressing her class, and asked if any of them could describe what sugar was. “Sugar,” replied the brightest pupil, “is the stuff that makes rhubarb taste nasty if you don't put it in.”

The Professorial Solution.

An absent-minded professor was deep in his work when his wife called to him: “Henry! Baby has swallowed all the ink in the inkpot! Whatever shall we do?”

“Write with a pencil, I suppose,” was the dreamy reply.

The Intending
Passenger.

A pompous member of a travelling company was strutting up and down the platform of a country station.

A man rushed up to him, and asked, “Is this the “Limited” train?

The actor removed his arm from the stranger's grasp and replied frigidly, “My dear sir, I am not the stationmaster!”

“Oh, aren't you?” spluttered the hurried one. “Well, what the deuce do you mean by walking about as though you were?”

“I am like a dog's tail; always on the move.”—Prisoner at Highgate Police Court, London, when asked for his address.

A Poser!

A pleasure party were passing through the village in an old—fashioned brake. “We are now,” said the driver pointing with his whip, “passing the oldest public-house in England.” “What for?” replied the passengers in a chorus.

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