hop in full robes of office, with his gown reaching to his feet,
was teaching a Sunday-school class. At the close he said he would be
glad to answer any questions.

A little hand went up, and he asked: "Well, my boy?"

"Can I ask?" said the boy.

"Certainly," said the Bishop; "what is it ?"

"Well," asked the boy, "is dem all you've got on, or do you wear pants
under dem?"

_Woman's Love and Man's Love_

"There's just two things that break up most happy homes," observed a
philosopher.

"What's them?" inquired a listener.

"Woman's love for dry goods an' man's love for wet goods, b'gosh!"

_Much Simpler_

At a country fair out in Kansas a man went up to a tent where some elk
were on exhibition, and stared wistfully up at the sign.

"I'd like to go in there," he said to the keeper, "but it would be
mean to go in without my family, and I cannot afford to pay for my
wife and seventeen children."

The keeper stared at him in astonishment. "Are all those your
children?" he gasped.

"Every one," said the man.

"You wait a minute," said the keeper. "I'm going to bring the elk out
and let them see you all."

_One Button was in Use_

A school principal was trying to make clear to his class the
fundamental doctrines of the Declaration of Independence.

"Now, boys," he said, "I will give you each three ordinary buttons.
Here they are. You must think of the first one as representing Life,
of the second one as representing Liberty, and the third one as
representing the Pursuit of Happiness. Next Sunday I will ask you
each to produce the three buttons and tell me what they represent."

The following Sunday the teacher said to the youngest member:

"Now, Johnnie, produce your three buttons and tell me what they stand
for."

"I ain't got 'em all," he sobbed, holding out two of the buttons.
"Here's Life an' here's Liberty, but mommer sewed the Pursuit of
Happiness on my pants."

_He Remembered_

A restaurant-keeper hung out this sign:

"Coffee:
Such as Mother Used to Make."

A customer asked, pointing to the sign:

"Is your coffee really such as mother used to make?"

"It is," replied the proprietor.

"Then," said the man with a reminiscent look, "give me a cup of tea."

_Wasn't Delicate at All_

A young man, not regarded as a very desirable suitor, had called upon
a young lady a number of times, each time to be told by the maid that
"Miss Florence was not well tod