Why the marshal and the mayor, and the men who run the town should collect from all the good dogs, and pass up the worthless hounds, if the curs that roam the campus so that no one near can sleep should happen to get hungry and attack the purebred sheep, would the marshal, who has always let these stray dogs run at will be so very badly treated if compelled to pay the bill? —Mrs. Mary E. Bartley.

A Slight Jar.
"The professor seems a trifle cast down."
"Just a little flabbergasted. He uses very correct English."
"And a slangy salesgirl had to call a floorwalker to interpret for her. Thought the professor was some kind of a foreigner."—Kansas City Journal. 