The kindergarten teacher recited to her pupils the story of the wolf and the lamb.  As she completed it she said: 

“Now, children, you see that the lamb would not have been eaten by the wolf if he had been good and sensible.”

One little boy raised his hand.

“Well, John,” asked the teacher, “what is it?”

“If the lamb had been good and sensible,” said the little boy, gravely, “we should have had him to eat, wouldn’t we?”

MOSQUITOES

“You told me you hadn’t any mosquitoes,” said the summer boarder, reproachfully.

“I hadn’t,” replied Farmer Corntossel.  “Them you see floatin’ around come from Si Perkins’s place.  They ain’t mine.”

Two Irishmen, on a sultry night, took refuge under the bedclothes from a party of mosquitoes.  At last one of them, gasping from heat, ventured to peep beyond the bulwarks, and espied a fire-fly which had strayed into the room.  Arousing his companion with a punch, he said:  “Furgus!  Furgus! it’s no use; you might as well come out; here’s one of the craythers searching for us wid a lantern.”

MOTHERS

Answers to the question “what is Mother?” given by supposedly feeble-minded school children of New York: 

She’s what you chop wood for.

She’s what feeds you.

She’s what put clothes and shoes on you.

She keeps care of you.

She’s who’s good to you.

She’s your creator.

She’s what’s dead on to me.

Best composite portrait of a mother ever painted.

Mother

She loves me in spite of my faults;
She overlooks my mistakes;
She rejoices at my success;
She weeps over my failure;
She urges me on to higher endeavor,
And her confidence in my ability
Brings out the best that is in me. 
Her love has been the crowning blessing of my life;

            Here’s to MOTHER.

  —­Hathaway.—­

  The mother, in her office, holds the key
  Of the soul; and she it is who stamps the coin
  Of character, and makes the being who would be a savage,
  But for her gentle cares, a Christian man,
  Then crown her Queen o’ the world.

“An ounce of mother,” says the Spanish proverb, “is worth a pound of clergy.”—­T.  W. Higginson.

Mother is the name of God in the lips and hearts of little children.—­Thackeray.

MOTHERS’ DAY

These “days” for doing things that you ought to do any day are getting so numerous as to lead to curious ethical conflicts.  A boy in Sabetha, Kansas, was taken to task for missing Sunday school one Sunday.  “I wanted to come,” he said, “but Sunday was Mothers’ Day and mother wanted me to go fishing with her, so I went.”