Imagine the American eagle carrying an umbrella! As well imagine JULIUS CÆSAR in shooting-jacket and NAPOLEON-boots. The sign was put up in war times, and was, of course, intended as a Sign of the times, squalls being prevalent and umbrellas needed. Now that the squalls are over, let us hope that the umbrella may speedily come down. Just here we close ours. [Illustration: ALAS! POOR CUBA! _Messrs. Fish and Sumner_. "LET HER STAY OUT IN THE COLD."] * * * * * "Ironing Done Here." CAPTAIN EYRE'S conduct has raised the Ire of the whole civilized world. * * * * * Right to a Letter. THE Collector of the Thirty-second District is charged with having committed larceny as Bailee. [Illustration: THE DESCENT OF THE GREAT MASSACHUSETTS FROG UPON THE NEWSPAPER FLIES.] [blank page] AN OLD BOY TO THE YOUNG ONES. [Illustration with letter 'T'] To-day I'm sixty-nine--an Old Boy. But, bless you! I was three times as old--I thought so then--when I entered on my nineteenth year. I tell you, boys--but perhaps you know it already--that the oldest figure we ever reach in this world, the point at which we can look over the head of METHUSELAH as easy as you can squint at the pretty girls, is at eighteen and nineteen. Every body else around about that time amounts to little, and less, and nothing at all. What's the "old man"--your father, at forty-five--but an old fogy who doesn't understand things at all? Of course not; how could he be expected to? He didn't have the modern advantages. He didn't go to school at five, the dancing academy at seven; nor did he give stunning birthday parties at nine--not he. He didn't wear Paris kid-gloves in the nursery, learn to swear at the tailor at ten, smoke and "swell" at twelve, and flirt at Long Branch, Newport, or Saratoga at thirteen. The truth is--you think so--the Old Man was brought up "slow." And, to tell the truth, you had much rather not be seen with him outside the house.