Take care of the pennies and the dollars will be blown in by your heirs.—­Puck.

“Do you save up money for a rainy day, dear?”

“Oh, no!  I never shop when it rains.”

JOHNNY—­“Papa, would you be glad if I saved a dollar for you?”

PAPA—­“Certainly, my son.”

JOHNNY—­“Well, I saved it for you, all right.  You said if I brought a first-class report from my teacher this week you would give me a dollar, and I didn’t bring it.”

According to the following story, economy has its pains as well as its pleasures, even after the saving is done.

One spring, for some reason, old Eli was going round town with the face of dissatisfaction, and, when questioned, poured forth his voluble tale of woe thus: 

“Marse Geo’ge, he come to me last fall an’ he say, ’Eli, dis gwine ter be a hard winter, so yo’ be keerful, an’ save yo’ wages fas’ an’ tight.’

“An’ I b’lieve Marse Geo’ge, yas, sah, I b’lieve him, an’ I save an’ I save, an’ when de winter come it ain’t got no hardship, an’ dere was I wid all dat money jes’ frown on mah hands!”

“Robert dear,” said the coy little maiden to her sweetheart, “I’m sure you love me; but give me some proof of it, darling.  We can’t marry on fifteen dollars a week, you know.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” said he, with a grieved air.

“Why, save up a thousand dollars, and have it safe in the bank, and then I’ll marry you.”

About two months later she cuddled up close to him on the sofa one evening, and said: 

“Robert dear, have you saved up that thousand yet?”

“Why, no, my love,” he replied; “not all of it.”

“How much have you saved, darling?”

“Just two dollars and thirty-five cents, dear.”

“Oh, well,” said the sweet young thing as she snuggled a little closer, “don’t let’s wait any longer, darling.  I guess that’ll do.”—­R.M.  Winans.

See also Economy; Thrift.

SCANDAL

An ill wind that blows nobody good.

SCHOLARSHIP

There is in Washington an old “grouch’ whose son was graduated from Yale.  When the young man came home at the end of his first term, he exulted in the fact that he stood next to the head of his class.  But the old gentleman was not satisfied.

“Next to the head!” he exclaimed.  “What do you mean?  I’d like to know what you think I’m sending you to college for? Next to the head!  Why aren’t you at the head, where you ought to be?”

At this the son was much crestfallen; but upon his return, he went about his work with such ambition that at the end of the term he found himself in the coveted place.  When he went home that year he felt very proud.  It would be great news for the old man.

When the announcement was made, the father contemplated his son for a few minutes in silence; then, with a shrug, he remarked: