With quick adaptability and very gentle earnestness, Mrs. Cleveland replied: "Yes, I be." *HE WAS RAISED* A year ago a manufacturer hired a boy. For months, there was nothing noticeable about him except that he never took his eyes off the machine he was running. A few weeks ago, the manufacturer looked up from his work to see the boy standing beside his desk. "What do you want?" he asked. "Want my pay raised." "What are you getting?" "Three dollars a week." "Well, how much do you think you are worth?" "Four dollars." "You think so, do you?" "Yes, sir, an’ I’ve been thinkin’ so fer three weeks, but I’ve been so blame busy, I haven’t had time to speak to you about it." *NOT A FAIR HEAD* An Irishman was arrested and convicted for killing a man in a fight at a fair by cracking him over the head with a shillalah. At the trial it was shown that the victim possessed a very thin skull and the Irishman being asked if he had anything to say before sentence was pronounced, replied: "No, your honor; but was that a skull for a man to go to a fair with?" *AN UNUSUAL SIGHT* A captain of an English regiment stationed at Natal, while paying off his company, chanced to give one of his new recruits a Transvaal half crown which bears the image and superscription of Paul Kruger. The fellow soon returned with the coin and, throwing it on the table, declared it was bad. The officer took the piece of money and rang it on the table. "It sounds all right, Atkins: what’s the matter with it?" he asked. "Well, sir," replied Atkins, "if you say it’s all right, it’s all right, but it’s the first time I’ve seed the Queen with whiskers on." *VERY LONG AGO* In the northwestern section of the city there is a teacher who has charge of a primary class. One morning she was giving her pupils a lesson on the Civil War and wished to impress on their minds how long ago it had occurred. "Just think, children," she said, "it was so long ago that even I don’t remember it." "O-o-o-o Gee!" exclaimed one of the boys. *FASHIONABLE LOVE* Little Mary’s big sister was engaged to Mr. Brown, who was away on a trip with Mary’s brother. Her father was writing to his son and prospective son-in-law and asked the little girl if she had any message to send to Mr. Brown. "What shall I say, papa?" asked she "Why," said the father, "I believe it is the fashion to send your love." A few minutes later her father inquired, "And what shall I say to brother Tom?" "Well," replied the little miss, with a sigh, "you may send my fashionable love to Mr. Brown and my real love to brother Tom." *NOT THEIR SORT* One warm summer day, Bishop C----, who is fond of donning old clothes and tramping through the mountains of West Virginia, entered an inn where several men were drawn up at the bar.