*A CHEERFUL GIVER* Bobby’s father had given him a ten-cent piece and a quarter of a dollar, telling him he might put one or the other on the contribution plate. "Which did you give, Bobby?" his father asked when the boy came home from church. "Well, father, I thought at first I ought to put in the quarter," said Bobby, "but then just in time I remembered ’The Lord loveth a cheerful giver,’ and I knew I could give the ten-cent piece a great deal more cheerfully, so I put that in." *INHERITED* Vincent was altogether too garrulous in school to please his teachers. Such punishments as the institution allowed to be meted out were tried without any apparent effect upon the boy, until at last the head master decided to mention the lad’s faults upon his monthly report. So the next report to his father had these words: "Vincent talks a great deal." Back came the report by mail duly signed, but with this written in red ink under the comment: "You ought to hear his mother." *AN EXAMPLE* The teacher was explaining to her scholars the meaning of the word "transparent." "Anything," she said, "is called transparent that can be seen through. Now, Willie, can you give me an example?" "Yes, ma’am," replied the boy. "A hole in the fence at the baseball grounds." *POINT OF VIEW* A Wilkesbarre woman recently engaged as nurse a Scotch girl just come to this country. It appears that one Sunday the lady induced the nurse, who is the strictest sort of Presbyterian, to attend a beautiful church just erected in Wilkesbarre. When the girl returned her mistress asked her if she hadn’t found the church a fine one. "Yes, ma’am," responded the girl, "it is very beautiful." "And the singing," said the lady, "wasn’t that lovely?" "Oh, yes," replied the nurse, "it was very lovely, ma’am, but don’t you think it’s an awful way to spend the Sabbath?" *PAY INCREASED TO $4 RIGHT AWAY* The boss was bending over a table, looking at the directory. The new office boy slipped up quietly and poked a note into his hand. The surprised boss opened it and read: "Honored Sir--Yer pants is ripped." *OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES* "Why, Mabel," said a mother to her four-year-old daughter, "you’ve got one of your stockings on wrong side out." "I put it on that way," explained the little miss, "’cause there’s a hole on the other side." *FOR ALL POSSIBLE EMERGENCIES* "This is glorious!" exclaimed the fair maid, as the automobile struck a smooth stretch of country road, and the young man let the machine go at full speed. "But who are those two men that have been following us in a runabout all morning?" "Never mind them," he replied. "One is the repair man, and the other’s the surgeon." *TIME FOR CHANGE*