He who finds he has something to sell,
  And goes and whispers it down a well,
  Is not so apt to collar the dollars,
  As he who climbs a tree and hollers.

  —­The Advertiser

SALOONS

“Where can I get a drink in this town?” asked a traveling man who landed at a little town in the oil region of Oklahoma, of the ’bus driver.

“See that millinery shop over there?” asked the driver, pointing to a building near the depot.

“You don’t mean to say they sell whiskey in a millinery store?” exclaimed the drummer.

“No, I mean that’s the only place here they don’t sell it,” said the ’bus man.

SALVATION

WILLIS—­“Some of these rich fellows seem to think that they can buy their way into heaven by leaving a million dollars to a church when they die.”

GILLIS—­“I don’t know but that they stand as much chance as some of these other rich fellows who are trying to get in on the instalment plan of ten cents a Sunday while they’re living.”—­Lauren S. Hamilton.

An Italian noble at church one day gave a priest who begged for the souls in purgatory, a piece of gold.

“Ah, my lord,” said the good father, “you have now delivered a soul.”

The count threw another piece upon the plate.

“Here is another soul delivered,” said the priest.

“Are you positive of it?” replied the count.

“Yes, my lord,” replied the priest; “I am certain they are now in heaven.”

“Then,” said the count, “I’ll take back my money, for it signifies nothing to you now, seeing the souls have already got to heaven.”

An Episcopal missionary in Wyoming visited one of the outlying districts in his territory for the purpose of conducting prayer in the home of a large family not conspicuous for its piety.  He made known his intentions to the woman of the house, and she murmured vaguely that “she’d go out and see.”  She was long in returning, and after a tiresome wait the missionary went to the door and called with some impatience: 

“Aren’t you coming in?  Don’t you care anything about your souls?”

“Souls?” yelled the head of the family from the orchard.  “We haven’t got time to fool with our souls when the bees are swarmin’.”

Edith was light-hearted and merry over everything.  Nothing appealed to her seriously.  So, one day, her mother decided to invite a very serious young parson to dinner, and he was placed next the light-hearted girl.  Everything went well until she asked him: 

“You speak of everybody having a mission.  What is yours?”

“My mission,” said the parson, “is to save young men.”

“Good,” replied the girl, “I’m glad to meet you.  I wish you’d save one for me.”

SAVING