Results of Silver Stock. 1. The dream is ore. 2. Never mined. * * * * * [Illustration: PUNCHINELLO CORRESPONDENCE. ] ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. _Englishman, London._--You have lost your wager. Ohio is not the capital of Indiana. _Stranger, New York City._--When you get lost in our streets and do not know where you are, it is a good plan to seek information from a policeman. If he does not know where you are, come directly to the office of PUNCHINELLO. _Antiquary._--"The Last of the Barons" was a term applied to an implement used by the ancient shoemakers. The pedal members of the old English barons were of a peculiar aristocratic conformation, and lasts were made expressly for them. This is a curious fact not generally known. _Ploughboy_ finds the following remark in Mr. GREELEY'S thirtieth What, and asks explanation. "So with regard to Carrots. I have never achieved success in growing these nor Beets." We infer that the meaning is, With regard to carrots, sow them. "These nor Beets" are probably a new variety. They may have come from Norfolk, but more "presumably" they were found in Alaska. _Metaphysician, Cloudland._--Your article on the "Psychical Basis of Objective Existence" is excellent. Look out for it in the "Juvenile Department" of our Christmas number. _Grammarian._--The expression "We ain't got none" is manifestly incorrect. It has two negatives. "We ain't got any" is by far more elegant. _Wager_ says that A. made a bet with B. that he could cut a dime in two at one stroke of his pen-knife, C. to hold the stakes. A. took a ten-cent "scrip" and chopped it in two with his blade. Meantime C. walked away with the stake money. Who won? _Answer._--The bet is off. C. is also off, but no better, and neither A. or B. is any better off. * * * * * [Illustration: NOTES ON THE FERRY. _Gushington, (with the pipe.)_ "SHE SMILED ON ONE OF US, I'LL SWEAR." _Spindle_. "PERHAPS; BUT WHAT'S A SMILE? A POSITIVE NOD FOR ME, OR NOTHING!"] * * * * * AERATED VERBIAGE. An Every-day Romance. CHAPTER I. In a room in a palatial tenement house in Avenue D, stood GILBERT FERNANDE FROU FROU SNOGGS. G.F.F.F.S. was rampant. "Why?" you say. Gentle reader, hurry me not. Let the tale wag on. She was talking to her mamma. "Now," said G.F.F.F.S., "I prognosticated that my maternal relative would become oblivions of my reiterated solicitations to perambulate the Avenue, and make the acquisition of four yards of cerulean hued ribbon," and she stamped her tiny number eights on the floor. You will notice that, even in her anger, she did not forget her English. "You can purchase it on the morrow," replied her mamma. "I will not remain acquiescent. I will promenade upon my profluence to Sixth Avenue, and purchase the ceruleous ribbon immediately," said G.F.F.F.S., putting on her waterproof and sun-bonnet.