Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . for example, in taking the baby in a peram-bulator when we go out for a walk. She likes to stopand gawk—I can find no other word for it—gawk at thebargains in the shop windows. She stops, right in thestreet, to speak to dirty-faced urchins. She makesjokes with tradespeople. She once allowed me to seeher when she had the mumps. These things have beena terrible burden to me. If I had my life to live overagain, nothing would induce me to undertake them—no,not even the proud delight of being the father of sixwonderful children. The
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . for example, in taking the baby in a peram-bulator when we go out for a walk. She likes to stopand gawk—I can find no other word for it—gawk at thebargains in the shop windows. She stops, right in thestreet, to speak to dirty-faced urchins. She makesjokes with tradespeople. She once allowed me to seeher when she had the mumps. These things have beena terrible burden to me. If I had my life to live overagain, nothing would induce me to undertake them—no,not even the proud delight of being the father of sixwonderful children. These are only a feiv of the reasons why I would notmarry my wife, but they are enough perhaps to set somewives thinking and introduce into other homes some-thing of that ideal companionship for which men marryand which so seldom materializes. Much would be ac-complished if women would only realize how their hus-bands crave appreciation. If I say to my own wife, Do you like my new suit? she will probably answer,Yes; it is very becoming, and wonder why I asked. c o«\ ;.»\t*~JS^ NINETY-EIGHT IN THE SHADE. TJie officer—^ Here, you, Muggins ! what are your teeth chattering that way for?Muggins (first time under fire) — C-c-cant help it, capn—Im c-c-cold! her. Yet I am sure there is hardly a man living whowould not be made happier to hear his wife say, Dear,I do wish you had a pew dress coat, but you do look aw-fully strong and handsome in that one, as you do ineverything. R. B. Chjvrge of the Fair Brigade. BY MYRTLE CONGER. (With apologies to the shade of Lord Tennyson.) HALF a step, half a a step onward!Over there the bargains lieOn the counters piled so the the fair brigade! Charge through the aisles! they cried.(Three know what they want to buy—Anxious unnumbered!) Bargains to right of them;Bargains to left of them;Bargains in front of to be they with right good-will;Boldly they push and well;I
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