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Sryle Versus Feel

He was a stout man, with large, broad feet, and although several pairs of boots were shown to him he refused them.

"I must have square toes," he explained to the assistant. The young man sighed. "But square toes are not stocked now, sir," he insisted. "Pointed toes are fashionable this season.tt

The stout man gave an angry stare. "That may be," he retorted, "but I happen to be wearing last season's feet."

November

Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear, As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones; The old will feel the weight of mossy stones; The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear.

It is the tread of armies marching near, From scarlet lands to lands forever pale; It is a bugle dying down the gale; Is the sudden gushing of a tear. And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors; And romp of spirit-children on the pave; It is the tender sighing of the brave Who fell, ah ! long ago, in futile wars; It is such sound as death; and, after all, 'Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall.

When He Got lt

Him: "Well, I suppose you're plenty angry because I came home with this black eye last night."

Her (sweetly): "Not at all, dear. You may not remember it, but when you came home you didn't have that black eye."

Peqce

I know the beds of Eastern princes and the luxurious couches of Occidental plutocrats, but under the rafters of a farmhouse, where the mud-wasp's nest answers for a Rembrandt and the cobweb takes the place of a Murillo, there is a feather-bed into which one softly sinks until his every inch is soothed and fitted, and settling down and farther down falls into sweet unconsciousness. while the screech-owl is calling from the moonlit oak and frost is falling upon the asters. Stocks may fluctuate and panic seize the town, but there is one man who is in peace.-

Robert T. Morris

'Twos Ever Thus

"Isn't this an ideal place for a picnic?"

"Yes ! Fifty million insects couldn't be wrong."

Bill Wroie This!

Sigh no more, ladies; sigh no more; Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never; Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be blithe and bonny, Converting all your souls of woe Into Hey-nonny-nonny.

-Shakespeare.

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.

Proving He Knew

"Oh, yes," said the pilot on the steamboat. "I've been on this river so long f know where every stump is."

Just then the boat struck a stump which shook it from stem to stern.

"There," he continued, "that's one of them now."

He's lhe Mqn

The failures of life sit around and complain That the gods haven't treated them right; They've lost their umbrellas whenever it rains, And haven't their lanterns at night.

Men tire of the failures who fill with their sighs The air of their neighorhoods, But the man who is treated with lovelighted eyesHe's the Man Who Delivers the Goods.