On rising the next morning, he put on first his undershirt, then a layer of stiff brown paper, upon these a sweater, and over all a clean white shirt, borrowed from his chum, whose clothing was two sizes larger than his own. Lastly he put on his coat and vest. It was a very hot day in June, and at morning intermission Willie whispered to a friend: “I’m nearly stifled. I hope he’ll give it to me now.” But the master said nothing, and Willie went on stewing until dinner time. He felt half inclined to dispense at least with the sweater before afternoon school, but fear of the master’s cane deterred him. All through the afternoon he suffered untold misery, mopping his face until his handkerchief would mop no more. But at length, just before dismissal, came a messenger. “The master would like to see Jones in his study.” On entering the study, the boy saw the supple, snakelike cane lying on the table. “Well, Jones,” said the master, “I can go on warning you no longer. You have brought this upon yourself. But as it is your first visit here for such a purpose. I shall make your punishment somewhat milder. Hold out your hand; four on each!” HARD ON THE WARDEN. A phrenologist who has been touring the country and giving lectures in the art, tells the following “good one” on himself: He was in the habit of inviting people of different avocations to come upon the stage, and he would dilate upon and expound the peculiarities of their cranial construction. He had come to that portion of his lecture where he dealt with the criminal form of the cranium, and addressed the audience: “If there is any person present who at any time has been the inmate of a prison he will oblige me by coming upon the platform.” A heavily built man responded to this invitation. “You admit that you have been in prison, sir?” “I have, sir,” was the unblushing answer. “Would you kindly tell us how many years you have spent behind prison bars?” “About twenty years,” unhesitatingly replied the subject. “Dear, dear,” exclaimed the professor. “Will you sit down, please?” The subject sat down in a chair in the center of the stage. The professor ran his fingers rapidly through the hair of the subject and assumed a thoughtful expression. “This is a most excellent specimen. The indications of a depraved character are very plainly marked. The organs of benevolence and esteem are entirely absent; that of destructiveness is developed to an abnormal degree. I could have told instantly, without the confession of this man that his life had been erratic and criminal. What was the crime for which you were imprisoned?” “I never committed any crime,” growled the man in the chair. “But you said that you had been an inmate of a prison for twenty years?” “I’m the warden of the prison.” NO MORE DUNNING. The landlady of a certain medical student, who ineffectually dunned her delinquent tenant for some time, resolved at last upon resorting to extreme measures.