ning wine
into water.

* * * * *

The coral shell stores up the glorious tints of the sun's rays--the
thoughtful man the words of the wise.

* * * * *

A returned Klondiker with gold very much resembles charity--frequently
read of, seldom seen.

* * * * *

Whence comes eternal truths? They are written in the rocks, they are
breathed out of the soft, South wind; they are painted in the sunset,
they speak in the flowers and the tiny blade of grass, they twinkle in
distant stars. Ages go by and yet man grasps but one, here and there.
They are messengers to every man, gifted or untaught. He who seizes but
one and embalms it has done a greater service to mankind than the
mightiest king.

* * * * *

Prohibition is a frozen dream, real life a red-hot time.

* * * * *

Inquisitiveness is but another name for the Auditor General.

* * * * *

Capital account is a cavern wherein politicians hide their sins.

* * * * *

The summer girl, in the biggest wind, is never blown away from a man.

* * * * *

The editor writes most charmingly of country life in his easiest chair.

* * * * *

Church choirs are always at sixes and sevens. One day of harmony and six
of discord.

* * * * *

A young widow's sorrow for her husband is a phantom minnow--looks
genuine but hides the hook.

* * * * *

While the bankrupt tradesman rides in his carriage, his honest
competitor is in the back yard sawing wood.

* * * * *

The uglier a woman's face, the nearer to her chin is the hem of her
bathing skirt, no doubt to hide her blushes.

* * * * *

The French are steadfast of purpose.
What purpose?
Changing the Ministry!

* * * * *

English poet in the Soudan,--"We are carrying 'Sweetness and light' into
darkest Africa!"

Tommy,--"Yes, we let the light in with the Lee-Metford and the Egyptian
tax-collector will sweeten these coves later on."

* * * * *

Mayor of New York,--"We must return the 'Torch of Liberty' by the first
French steamer."

"What for?"

"T