n: P--PAULINE A BEAUCOUP DE PLAISIR AVEC SA PETITE POUPEE.]

[Illustration: Q--QUENTIN AIME A JOUER AUX QUILLES DE BOIS.]

[Illustration: R--ROLAND REMPLIT UN POT POUR Y PLANTER SON ROSIER.]

[Illustration: S--SUSETTE A UN MORCEAU DE SUCRE POUR SON SERIN.]

[Illustration: T--THERESE EST TRISTE PARCEQUE SON TABLIER EST SALE.]

[Illustration: U--URBAIN A LE DRAPEAU DES ETATS-UNIS.]

[Illustration: V--VIRGINIE ARROSE SES VIOLETTES CHAQUE MATIN ET CHAQUE
SOIR.]

[Illustration: W--WINIFRED EST AMERICAINE, ELLE N'EST PAS UNE PETITE
FRANCAISE.]

[Illustration: X--XENOPHON EST LE GENERAL RENOMME A QUI PAUL CROIT
RESSEMBLER.]

[Illustration: Y--Y A-T-IL UNE AUTRE PETITE FILLE DE SI JOLIS YEUX?]

[Illustration: Z--ZENOBIE SAIT COMPTER D'UN JUSQU'A ZERO.]

A FAIR EXCHANGE.

BY MRS. M. F. BUTTS.

"Oh, Willow, where did you get your fringe,
In New York or in Paris?
Tell me, and I will get some too,
Because I am an heiress;
And I buy me everything I want;
I have a ring and a feather;
I promenade in my white kid boots
Each day in pleasant weather."

"Oh, little one, where did you get the pink,
In your pretty, round cheek glowing?
And where did you get the yellow curls,
Over your shoulders flowing?
Perhaps you can tell me how they are made;
If you think so, darling, try it;
And when you succeed, I'll tell you about
My fringe, and where to buy it."

HOW TEDDY CUT THE PIE.

(_A Geometrical Jingle._)

BY ROSSITER JOHNSON.

Teddy, Jimmy, Frank, and I
Fished all day for smallest fry,
And as evening shades drew nigh,
Stopped to see if we could buy,
At a road-side groce-ry,
Anything they called a pie.

There was one, and only one,
Deeply filled and brownly done,
Warm from standing in the sun,
Flanked on each side by a bun,
Since that summer day begun.

From the window it was brought,
With our pennies it was bought;
Then a knife was quickly sought--
Who would cut it as he ought?

"Leave it all," says Ted, "to me,"
As the knife he flourished free;
"I have cut a great ma-ny."

"But," says Frank, who feared our fate,
"Will you cut it fair and straight?"
"Straight?" says Ted. "I'll tell you what--
Straighter than a rifle-shot:
Straighter than the eagle's flight.
Straight as any ray of light."

"I will mark the place," says Jim--
Great exactness was his whim--
And he measured, on the ri