That night a hundred boys met in front of the City Hall. They felt that they must express their sense of loss in some way, but how they did not know. Finally, in accordance with the suggestion of one of the larger boys, they passed a resolution which read as follows:-- _Resolved_, That we all liked Little Joe, who was the best newsboy in New York. Everybody is sorry he has died. A collection was taken up to send delegates to the funeral, and the same hackman who bore little Joe to the hospital again kindly offered the use of his carriage. On the coffin was a plate, purchased by the boys, whose language was expressive from its very simplicity. This was the inscription:-- LITTLE JOE, Aged 14. The Best Newsboy in New York. WE ALL LIKED HIM. There were no services, but each boy sent a flower to be placed upon the coffin of his friend. After all, what did it matter that Little Joe was dead? He was only a newsboy. This is not a fancy sketch. Every word of the above story is true. * * * * * OFFICE BOY (to country editor): "A man was in while you were out, who said he was the genuine John Wilkes Booth." Editor (hastily): "He's a fraud. You didn't give him anything did you?" Office Boy: "No. He left a dollar for a six months' subscription." Editor: "Well, well. And so John Wilkes Booth is still alive. It beats all." * * * * * AN UNWASHED PRINCE. The Crown Prince of Prussia, was always a very sensible man in the management of his household, and he is ably seconded by his wife. On one occasion the governor of his children came to him and said: "Your Highness, I must complain of the little Prince; he refuses to have his face washed in the morning." "Does he?" answered the Crown Prince. "We'll remedy that. After this let him go unwashed." "It shall be done," said the governor. Now the sentries have to salute every member of the royal family--children and all--whenever they pass. The day after, the little four-year-old Prince went out for a walk with his governor. As they passed a sentry-box where a grim soldier stood, the man stood rigid without presenting arms. The little Prince--accustomed to universal deference--looked displeased, but said nothing. Presently another sentry was passed. Neither did this one give a sign of recognition. The little Prince angrily spoke of it to his old governor, and they passed on. And when the walk was finished, and they had met many soldiers, who none of them saluted the Prince, the little fellow dashed in to his father exclaiming: "Papa--papa--you must whip every man in your guards! They refuse to salute when I pass!" "Ah! my son," said the Crown Prince, "they do rightly; for clean soldiers never salute a dirty little Prince." After that the boy took a shower bath every morning. * * * * * THE LEGEND OF THE WILLOW.