At this a boy in a back seat began to wave his hand eagerly. "Well, what have I on my feet, Johnnie?" "Corns," replied John triumphantly. *THE UNPRONOUNCEABLE HYMN* An anecdote is narrated of a negro evangelist who held evening services in a chapel formerly used by the Anglican Church. In a hymnal, which had been left there, he found an old familiar hymn suitable for his sermon, but the Roman number CXIX somewhat confused him and he was not at once able to announce it. As was the custom, he read the verses through, still showing signs of embarrassment and then reread the first stanza. This did not seem to aid him or the congregation, and at last he straightened himself and said with dignity, "Brethren, let us sing the Skeesix Hymn." *A PAINFUL DEATH* During a celebrated murder trial in New York City there were among the many interested spectators two men, between whom the following conversation occurred: "The evidence will convict the prisoner sure," remarked one. "Not only convict him, but will hang him," returned the other. "Man alive! They don’t hang murderers in New York!" "Well, what do they do with them?" "Kill them with elocution." *HE DID* Judge Parker is said to tell as a favorite story the tale of a young man in Savannah named Du Bose, who invited his sweetheart to take a buggy ride with him. The young woman had a very fetching lisp. When they reached a rather lonesome bit of road the young man announced: "This is where you have to pay toll. The toll is either a kiss or a squeeze." "Oh, Mr. Du Both!" exclaimed his companion. *NOT AT HOME* A caller stopped at the house of a certain man and asked if he was at home. "’Deed, an’ he’s not," replied the woman who answered his ring. "Can you tell me where he is?" "I cannot." "When did you see him last?" "At his funeral." "And who may you be?" "I’m his remains," said the widow, and she closed the door. *MIXED PROVERBS* On a cabbage patch owned by a negro in a Southern community oil was found. Speculators offered the negro $20,000, which was accepted without waiting to consider another proposition, said to be worth $40,000. "What is this about your cabbage patch?" inquired a neighbor of the negro. "I understand you have sold it for $20,000." "Yas, that’s true, boss," replied the negro. "Yo’ see, men come picking round my place an’ dey say dar’s oil heah. Dey say, ’We gib yo’ $20,000.’ I say ’All right.’" "I am told if you had waited a day or two you might have sold it for $40,000?" "Yas, dat mebbe so; but a bird in the hand’s th’ nobles’ work of God!" *AN ENDLESS CHAIN*