“‘Veil’, he replied, ’shoost now I am doing nodings, but I have made arrangements to go into pizness.’

“‘Glad to hear it.  What are you going into?’

“‘Veil, I guess into partnership mit a man.’

“‘Do you put in much capital?’

“‘No; I doesn’t put in no gabital.’

“‘Don’t want to risk it, eh?’

“‘No; but I puts in de experience.’

“‘And he puts in the capital?’

“’Yes, dot is it.  We goes into pizness for dree year; he puts in de gabital, I puts in de experience.  At the end of de dree year I will have de gabital, and he will have de experience!’”

PEACE

“Why were all the nations fighting, papa?”

“To make the world safe for democracy, my son.”

“Is the world safe for democracy now, papa?”

“It will be, when we have peace.”

“When will we have peace, papa?”

“When the world is safe for democracy.”

“Will the nations always fight to have peace, papa?”

“Yes, always, my son.”

A certain people were much given to deploring war.  War, they kept insisting, was poor business.

Their King heard them, but he didn’t take them seriously.  The very first chance he got he picked a quarrel with a neighboring Power, and, that done, he lifted up his voice in the old way.

“The fatherland is in danger!” he cried.  “The honor of the nation is assailed!  My children, be patriots!”

But they couldn’t see him.  “Not on your life!” they made answer.  “You can fool all the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time, but you can not fool all the people all the time!”

Whereupon the King made haste to patch up his quarrel and was very careful forever after not to pick another.

This fable teaches that we have still some distance to go before universal peace can be anything but a joke.

PEDESTRIANS

“You know,” said the lady whose motor-car had run down a man, “you must have been walking very carelessly.  I am a very careful driver.  I have been driving a car for seven years.”

“Lady, you’ve got nothing on me.  I’ve been walking for fifty-four years.”

Chug-Chug!  Br-r!  Br-r-r!  Honk!  Honk!  Gilligillug-gilligillug!

The pedestrian paused at the intersection of two busy cross streets.

He looked about.  A motor-car was rushing at him from one direction, a motorcycle from another, a steam truck was coming from behind, and a taxicab was speedily approaching.

Zip-zip!  Zing-glug!

He looked up, and saw directly above him an air-ship in rapid descent.

There was but one chance.  He was standing upon a manhole cover.  Quickly seizing it, he lifted the lid and jumped into the hole just in time to be run over by an underground train.