The administrator who went to divide the property drove a span of mules out to the farm, but when he went to divide the seventeen into halves, thirds, and ninths he found it was impossible with live mules; mules not being very valuable, he unhitched one of his own, putting it with the other seventeen, making eighteen, when he proceeded to divide as follows:  One-half, or nine to the eldest, one third, or six, to the next son, and one-ninth, or two, to the youngest.  Adding up nine, six, two, he found that it made seventeen, so he hitched up his mule and went home rejoicing.—­Ladies Home Journal.

“Now, Harold,” said the teacher, “if there were eleven sheep in a field and six jumped the fence how many would there be left?”

“None,” replied Harold.

“Why, but there would,” said she.

“No, ma’am, there wouldn’t,” persisted he.  “You may know arithmetic, but you don’t know sheep.”

One day, as Pat halted at the top of the river-bank, a man famous for his inquisitive mind stopped and asked: 

“How long have you hauled water for the village, my good man?”

“Tin years, sor.”

“Ah, how many loads do you take in a day?”

“From tin to fifteen, sor.”

“Ah, yes!  Now I have a problem for you.  How much water at this rate have you hauled in all?”

The driver of the watering-cart jerked his thumb backward toward the river and replied: 

“All the water yez don’t see there now, sor.”

ARMIES

A sentry was giving close attention to his post in the neighborhood of a British army camp in England, challenging returning stragglers late after dark.  The following is reported as an incident to his vigil: 

“Who goes there?” called the sentry at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Coldstream Guards!” was the response.

“Pass, Coldstream Guards!” rejoined the sentry.

“Who goes there?” again challenged the sentry.

“Forty-ninth Highlanders!” returned the unseen pedestrian.

“Pass, Forty-ninth Highlanders!”

“Who goes there?” sounded a third challenge.

“None of your d—­n business!” was the husky reply.

“Pass, Canadians!” acquiesced the sentry.

Things in the Army that

      Increase Decrease

Your appetite.  Your surplus fat. 
Your respect for the flag.  Your self-conceit. 
Your love for your mother.  Your fastidiousness. 
Your promptness.  Your selfishness. 
Your democracy.  Your carelessness. 
Your feet.  Your finances.

A few soldiers belonging to part of a Swiss regiment in garrison at Basel went to a certain cafe for refreshments.  One of them sat down alone at a table.  Later a civilian, a German, joined him and the two began to talk war politics.  “Would you shoot on the Germans if they invaded Switzerland?” asked the German.