“Say, son, got another cigarette?”

“No, sir,” said the boy, “but I’ve got the makings.”

“All right,” the traveling man said.  “But I can’t roll ’em very well.  Will you fix one for me?”

The boy did.

“Don’t believe I’ve got a match,” said the man, after a search through his pockets.

The boy handed him a match.  “Say, Captain,” he said “you ain’t got anything but the habit, have you?”

  Habit with him was all the test of truth;
  “It must be right:  I’ve done it from my youth.”

  —­Crabbe.

HADES

See Future life.

HAPPINESS

Lord Tankerville, in New York, said of the international school question: 

“The subject of the American versus the English school has been too much discussed.  The good got from a school depends, after all, on the schoolboy chiefly, and I’m afraid the average schoolboy is well reflected in that classic schoolboy letter home which said: 

“’Dear parents—­We are having a good time now at school.  George Jones broke his leg coasting and is in bed.  We went skating and the ice broke and all got wet.  Willie Brown was drowned.  Most of the boys here are down with influenza.  The gardener fell into our cave and broke his rib, but he can work a little.  The aviator man at the race course kicked us because we threw sand in his motor, and we are all black and blue.  I broke my front tooth playing football.  We are very happy.’”

Mankind are always happier for having been happy; so that if you make them happy now, you make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it.—­Sydney Smith.

HARNESSING

The story is told of two Trenton men who hired a horse and trap for a little outing not long ago.  Upon reaching their destination, the horse was unharnessed and permitted peacefully to graze while the men fished for an hour or two.

When they were ready to go home, a difficulty at once presented itself, inasmuch as neither of the Trentonians knew how to reharness the horse.  Every effort in this direction met with dire failure, and the worst problem was properly to adjust the bit.  The horse himself seemed to resent the idea of going into harness again.

Finally one of the friends, in great disgust, sat down in the road.  “There’s only one thing we can do, Bill,” said he.

“What’s that?” asked Bill.

“Wait for the foolish beast to yawn!”

HARVARD UNIVERSITY

“Well, I’ll tell you this,” said the college man, “Wellesley is a match factory.”

“That’s quite true,” assented the girl.  “At Wellesley we make the heads, but we get the sticks from Harvard.”—­C.  Stratton.