Children -- Humor; English wit and humor; English wit and humor, Pictorial
_Son._ 'Cause I heard 'ma say she'd no idea what a tremenjous v'cab'lary
you'd got, till you missed the train on Saturday!
* * * * *
AT THE SUNDAY SCHOOL--_Teacher._ Now, Mary Brown, you understand what is
meant by baptism?
_Mary Brown._ Oh, _I_ know, teacher! It's what Dr. Franklin did on
baby's arm last Toosday!
* * * * *
[Illustration: A LITTLE CHRISTMAS DREAM.--Mr. L. Figuier, in the thesis
which precedes his interesting work on the world before the flood,
condemns the practice of awakening the youthful mind to admiration by
means of fables and fairy tales, and recommends, in lieu thereof, the
study of the natural history of the world in which we live. Fired by
this advice, we have tried the experiment on our eldest, an imaginative
boy of six. We have cut off his "Cinderella" and his "Puss in Boots,"
and introduced him to some of the more peaceful fauna of the preadamite
world, as they appear restored in Mr. Figuier's book. The poor boy has
not had a decent night's rest ever since!]
* * * * *
YOUNG, BUT PRACTICAL.--"What! Harry! not in bed yet, and it's nine
o'clock! What will _papa_ say when he comes home?"
"Oh, papa! _He'll_ say, 'Supper! supper! What's for supper?'"
* * * * *
A REALIST IN FICTION.--"I saw a rabbit run through that hedge!"
"No, dear. It was imagination!"
"Are 'maginations white behind?"
* * * * *
IMPROVING THE SHINING HOUR.--_The new Governess._ What are the
comparative and superlative of _bad_, Berty?
_Berty_ (_the Doctor's son_). Bad--worse--dead.
* * * * *
A CAPITAL CHOICE.--_Cousin Amy._ So you haven't made up your mind yet
what _profession_ you're going to be when you grow up, Bobby.
_Bobby._ Well, yes! I don't exactly know what it's called, you know, but
it's living in the country, and keeping lots of horses and dogs, and all
that!
[_Bobby's papa is a curate, with £200 a year._
* * * * *
[Illustration: EARLY INGENUITY.
"Whatever _are_ you children doing?"
"Oh, we've found pa's false teeth, and we're trying to fit them on to
the baby, 'cos he hasn't got any!"]
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THE SICK CHILD
BY THE HONOURABLE WILHELMINA SKEGGS
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