Speaking of women having more sense than men, did you ever notice that when the baby gets big enough to walk father wants to give away the baby carriage, but mother puts it in the garret? * * * * * Filipino Style At the Quaint Shop in Sterling, Ill., one can buy bead necklaces, “so beautiful,” as the shop quaintly puts it, “that every woman will want a string to wear if she hasn’t anything else.” * * * * * A new idea is like an egg—the responsible party simply can’t help talking about it. _Our Rural Mail Bag_ =Dear Captain Billy:= I heartily agree with you in the belief that man is a strange wild beast, and when he gets what he wanted, he wonders why he wanted it. That’s why I’m on my way to Hot Springs, singing the rheumatic blues.—=Sunset Slim.= * * * * * =Aromatic Army Cook=—Yes, I understand that the troop of Boston soldiers you mention moved to Seattle so that they could live on the Sound. * * * * * =Blonde Beauty=—I do not know what you mean by the expression “He has a Siberian dash board” unless it’s whiskers. Pay no attention to smooth French talk. He’s bulling you. * * * * * =Abe Goldberg=—No, I wouldn’t advise you to locate your undertaking establishment in O’Rourke park, Butte, Mont. You might as well sing “Wearin’ o’ the Green” in Piccadilly Circus, if that’s all the value you attach to your life. * * * * * =A. L. Tioga=—Sorry we can’t use your story about the barrel of apples and the sack of nuts by which the family rat was caught. * * * * * =Sweet Dottie=—You say you do some awful things sometimes, but that then it’s only to keep warm. If that’s your only reason, you had better postpone your “new leaf” turning until summer. * * * * * =Bringemin Young=—We’ve heard your story before about the stenographer who got $25 a week and half her board. * * * * * =Bobby=—I have heard that it goes good in cider. * * * * * =Miss Construe=—You say you miss your husband so often. Do you mean when you throw things at him? * * * * * Mamma’s in the kitchen, Singing “Alcoholic Blues,” Father’s in the cellar, Drinking Alcoholic Booze. * * * * * The Cemetery Blues The graveyard is a mean old place—they lay you on your back and shovel dirt in your face. * * * * * Blissful Ignorance Co-ed—I want something to wear around the dormitory. Salesgirl—How large is your dormitory? * * * * * Whistling to Hades