n the papers, and the
moths would fairly get fat on it, and beg for more; but last spring she
found out that moths were afraid of whisky.

Her husband worked in a wholesale whisky store, and his garments became
saturated with the perfume, and you couldn't hire a moth to go near him.
So she got an empty whisky barrel and put in all her furs, and the moths
never touched a thing. But she said the moths had a high old time all
summer. They would get together in squads and go to the barrel and smell
at the bung-hole, and lock arms and sashay around the room, staggering
just as though there was an election, and about eleven o'clock they
would walk up to a red spot in the carpet and take a lunch, just like
men going to a saloon.

She said there was one drawback to the whisky barrel, as it gave her
away when she first went out in company after taking her clothes out of
the barrel. She wore her seal-skin cloak to the Good Templars' Lodge,
the first night after taking it out, and they were going to turn her out
of the Lodge on the ground that she had violated her obligation.

"You may talk about your Scandinavian literature," said she, turning
to the Boston lady, "but when it comes to keeping moths out of furs, an
empty whisky barrel knocks the everlasting socks off of anything I ever
tried."

The Boston lady put on her aesthetic hat, and was about to take her
leave, satisfied that she had struck the wrong crowd, when a sweet
little woman, with pouting lips, called her aside. The Boston lady
thought she had found at last one congenial soul, and she said:

"What is it, my dear?"

The little lady hesitated a moment, and with a tear in her eye she
asked:

"Madam, can you tell me what is good for worms? Fido has acted for a
week as though he was ill, and----"

That settled it. The Boston lady went away, and has never been heard of
since.

*****

"A young fellow and his girl went out sleighing yesterday, and the
lad returned with a frozen ear. There is nothing very startling in the
simple fact of a frozen ear, but the idea is that it was the ear next to
the girl that he was foolish enough to let freeze."

A girl that will go out sleigh-riding with a young man and allow his
ears to freeze, is no gentleman ("lady"??), and ought to be arrested.
Why, here in Milwaukee, on the coldest days, we have seen a young man
out riding with a girl, and his ears were so hot they would fairly
"sis," and there was not a man driving o