CUPID'S CASUISTRY BY W. J. LAMPTON We were sitting in the moonlight Kitty was a rustic maiden, Kitty answered: "No, I mustn't "Oh!" I stammered. Then did Kitty "I might kiss you and be true, sir, WHEN MAH LADY YAWNS BY CHARLES T. GRILLEY When mah Cah'line yawns, ah'm 'spicious Dat she tinks de time po'pitious Fo' me to tu'n mah 'tention to de clock upon de wall. Dat's de cue to quit mah talkin', An' a gentle hint dat walkin' Would flicitate de briefness of mah call. Th' fus' gal that ah coh'ted Ouah ma'idge it was thwa'ted Because ah was so green ah didn' know. When she yawns it was behoovin' Dat dis dahkey should be movin', Twell at las' she says, "Fo Lawd's sake, niggah, go!" Den ah took mah hat an' stah'ted, An f'om dat hour we pah'ted, An ah nevah seen dat cullud gal no mo'. But it taught me dis yer lesson Dat a yawn am de expression Dat invites yo' to be movin' to'ards de do'. So take dis friendly wah'nin', Should yo' lady love stah't yawnin' Altho de sudden pah'ting cost yo' pain, Den yo sho❜ly will be welcome da again. WATCHIN' THE SPARKIN' BY FRED EMERSON BROOKS Say, Jim, ye wanter see the fun? Then you'll enjoy it well as me; An' deon't yeou try to hinder! That teacher is the dumbdest goose Tho peekin's 'ginst the golden reule, Neow he's got suthin' in his head He wants to do the thing up breown. He's got his arm areound her chair, I'll bet he's goin' to kiss 'er; If she'd git mad, an' box his ear, "Twould knock his plans clean out o' gear, An' set him back another year; But she ain't goin' to do it: She thinks the teacher's jess tip-top, She's goin' to pull him through it! I gum! an' if he ain't the wust! Neow watch him steppin' on her toes— By permission of Messrs. Forbes & Co., Chicago. THE WAY OF A WOMAN BY BYRON W. KING It was the last night before leap-year; it was the last hour before leap-year; in fact, the minute-hand had moved round the dial face of the clock until it registered fifteen minutes of twelve,— fifteen minutes of leap-year. John and Mary were seated in Mary's father's parlor. There was plenty of furniture there but they were using only a limited portion of it. John watched the minute-hand move round the dial face of the clock until, like the finger of destiny, it registered fifteen minutes of twelve,-fifteen minutes of leap-year, when he gasped hard, clutched his coat collar, and said, "Mary, in just fifteen minutes, Mary,-fifteen minutes by that clock, Mary, another year, Mary,-like the six thousand years that have gone before it, Mary,—will have gone into the great Past and be forgotten in oblivion, Mary,—and I want to ask you, Mary,-to-night, Mary, on this sofa, Mary,-if for the next six thousand years,-Mary!!! "John," she said with a winning smile, "you seem very much excited, John,—can I do anything to help you, John ?" "Just sit still, Mary, just sit still. In just twelve minutes, Mary, twelve minutes by this clock, Mary,-like the six thousand clocks that have gone before it, Mary,-will be forgotten, Mary, and I want to ask this clock, Mary,-to-night, on this sofa, Mary,-if when we've been forgotten six thousand times, Mary,-in oblivion, Mary,-and six thousand sofas, Mary!!" "John," she said, more smilingly than ever, "you seem quite nervous; would you like to see father?" "Not for the world, Mary, not for the world! In just eight minutes, Mary, eight minutes by that awful clock, we'll be forgotten, Mary, and I want to ask six thousand fathers, Mary,if when this sofa, Mary,-has been forgotten six thousand times, Mary,-in six thousand oblivions,-I want to ask six thousand Marys six thousand times, Mary !!!!" "John," she said, "you don't seem very well. Would you like a glass of water?" "Mary,-in just three minutes, Mary,-three minutes by that dreadful clock, Mary, we'll be forgotten, Mary,-six thousand times, and I want to ask six thousand sofas, Mary,-if when six thousand oblivions have forgotten six thousand fathers in six thousand years, I want to ask six thousand Marys, six thousand times, Mary!!!!” Bang! the clock struck. It was leap-year. The clock struck twelve and Mary turning to John, sweetly said: "John, it's leap-year; will you marry me?" "Yes!!!" Gentlemen, there is no use talking, the way of a woman beats you all. THE YACHT CLUB SPEECH ANONYMOUS Mr. Chairman-a-a-a-Mr. Commodore-beg pardon-I assure you that until this moment I had not the remotest expectation that I should be called upon to reply to this toast. (Pauses, turns round, pulls MS. out of pocket and looks at it.) Therefore I must beg of you, Mr. Captain-a-a-Mr. Commatain-a-a— Mr. Mr. Cappadore-that you will pardon the confused nature of these remarks, being as they must necessarily be altogether impromptu and extempore. (Pauses, turns round and looks at MS.) But Mr. Bos'an-a-a-Mr. Bosadore-I feel-I feel even |