“Lay down, pup.  Lay down.  That’s a good doggie.  Lay down, I tell you.”

“Mister, you’ll have to say, ‘Lie down.’  He’s a Boston terrier.”

“Well, the Red Sox won the world’s series.”

“Yes,” said the Boston girl, “we feel very proud of the Red—­er—­the Red Hose.”

BOY SCOUTS

A Boy Scout’s Will

I, John W. Bradshaw, pioneer scout of the Wolf Patrol, having attained the age of maturity and realizing that my Boy Scout days are numbered, do hereby give, devise and bequeath my scout assets, tangible and intangible, as follows, to wit: 

My uniform, pack and equipment, to Larry O’Toole, the son of my mother’s laundress, to be preserved for him until he is old enough to use them;

My scout’s manual, axe and compass, to George Washington Jackson, 3d, son of my father’s handy man, with the admonition that he organize, if possible, a troop of scouts among the colored boys of the village;

My strap watch with the “see by night” dial, to Roscoe, my small brother, who has wanted it ever since he learned to tell time;

My waterproof match box and hunting knife, to James Fanning, to be held in trust until he can repeat the Scout Oath;

To all boys in general I bequeath the knowledge that the Boy Scout organization teaches obedience, bravery, loyalty, self-respect, kindness, thrift, cleanliness and reverence; that it makes men of its members, and that no boy can possibly go wrong by joining it.

BOYS

“I see they are making shingles out of cement now.”

“Then I recall my wish to be a boy again.”

One of Theodore Roosevelt’s sons, when small, was playing in the Washington streets when a woman recognized him and said she didn’t think his father would like his playing with so many “common boys.”

“My father says there are no common boys,” replied the young Roosevelt.

“He says there are only tall boys and short boys, and good boys and bad boys, and that’s all the kinds of boys there are.”

Johnny stood beside his mother as she made her selection from the green grocer’s cart, and the latter told the boy to take a handful of nuts, but the child shook his head.

“What’s the matter, don’t you like nuts?” asked the green grocer.

“Yes,” replied Johnny.

“Then go ahead and take some.”

Johnny hesitated, whereupon the green grocer put a generous handful in Johnny’s cap.

After the man had driven on the mother asked:  “Why didn’t you take the nuts when he told you to?”

Johnny winked as he said:  “’Cause his hand was bigger’n mine.”