"Then," said the doomed one, "I should just like to remark that you are the most unspeakable old imbecile in seven States and the District of Columbia." A Needful War The people of Madagonia had an antipathy to the people of Novakatka and set upon some sailors of a Novakatkan vessel, killing two and wounding twelve. The King of Madagonia having refused either to apologise or pay, the King of Novakatka made war upon him, saying that it was necessary to show that Novakatkans must not be slaughtered. In the battles which ensued the people of Madagonia slaughtered two thousand Novakatkans and wounded twelve thousand. But the Madagonians were unsuccessful, which so chagrined them that never thereafter in all their land was a Novakatkan secure in property or life. The Mine Owner and the Jackass While the Owner of a Silver Mine was on his way to attend a convention of his species he was accosted by a Jackass, who said: "By an unjust discrimination against quadrupeds I am made ineligible to a seat in your convention; so I am compelled to seek representation through you." "It will give me great pleasure, sir," said the Owner of a Silver Mine, "to serve one so closely allied to me in--in--well, you know," he added, with a significant gesture of his two hands upward from the sides of his head. "What do you want?" "Oh, nothing--nothing at all for myself individually," replied the Donkey; "but his country's welfare should be a patriot's supreme care. If Americans are to retain the sacred liberties for which their fathers strove, Congress must declare our independence of European dictation by maintaining the price of mules." The Dog and the Physician A Dog that had seen a Physician attending the burial of a wealthy patient, said: "When do you expect to dig it up?" "Why should I dig it up?" the Physician asked. "When I bury a bone," said the Dog, "it is with an intention to uncover it later and pick it." "The bones that I bury," said the Physician, "are those that I can no longer pick." The Party Manager and the Gentleman A Party Manager said to a Gentleman whom he saw minding his own business: "How much will you pay for a nomination to office?" "Nothing," the Gentleman replied. "But you will contribute something to the campaign fund to assist in your election, will you not?" asked the Party Manager, winking. "Oh, no," said the Gentleman, gravely. "If the people wish me to work for them, they must hire me without solicitation. I am very comfortable without office." "But," urged the Party Manager, "an election is a thing to be desired. It is a high honour to be a servant of the people." "If servitude is a high honour," the Gentleman said, "it would be indecent for me to seek it; and if obtained by my own exertion it would be no honour." "Well," persisted the Party Manager, "you will at least, I hope, indorse the party platform."