aid, "Please, sir, have
you seen anything of a lady around here?"

"Why, yes," answered the officer, "I've seen several."

"Well, have you seen any without a little boy?"

"Yes."

"Well," said the little chap, as a relieved look crossed his face,
"I'm the little boy. Where's the lady?"

One does not mean to be personal, but, if the young man who sat in
the chair where a lady had left a dish of maple sugar to cool at
the festival the other evening, will return the saucer, he will save
himself further trouble.

LOVE

_Outwitted_

He drew a circle that shut me out
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win,
We drew a circle that took him in.

--_Edwin Markham_.

DAUGHTER--"Oh, father, how grand it is to be alive! The world is too
good for anything. Why isn't every one happy?"

FATHER--"Who is he this time?"

EDITH--"How does Fred make love?"

MARIE--"Well, I should define it as unskilled labor."

MAG.--"Wot is 'platonic affection,' Liz? Is it love?"

LIZ.--"Well, no;--it ain't _true_ love! Dere ain't no quarreling in
it, ner no fighting, ner worrying, ner hocking, ner drinking,
ner getting arrested fer non-support, ner _nuthin'_ wot's really
passionate!"

_Why_

Do you know why the rabbits are caught in the snare
Or the tabby cat's shot on the tiles?
Why the tigers and lions creep out of their lair?
Why an ostrich will travel for miles?
Do you know why a sane man will whimper and cry
And weep o'er a ribbon or glove?
Why a cook will put sugar for salt in a pie?
Do you know? Well, I'll tell you--it's Love.

--_H.P. Stevens_.

PAPA--"Why, hang it, girl, that fellow only earns nine dollars a
week!"

PLEADING DAUGHTER--"Yes; but, daddy, dear, a week passes so quickly
when you're fond of one another."--_Judge_.

"Love makes the world go 'round," quoted the Parlor Philosopher.

"Yes, but it has to be cranked," replied the Mere Man. "It isn't a
self-starter."

_Cupid_

Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.

For he shoots with his bow,
And a girl shoots with her eye;
And they both are merry and glad,
And laugh when we do cry.

Then to make Cupid a boy
Was surely a woman's plan,
For a boy never learns so much
Till he has become a man.

And then he's so pierced with car