The Danbury New's Man's Wit

Mr. Bailey's wit has a delicious mental lavor. In fact, it is always the sbrewd, :houghtful man that enjoys ie. It is not in .ong, inane dialogues, but a flash of ;hought. The humorist says a poor inan ;ame to him, with tears In hiseyes oueday, asking for help for his destitute and staking children. "What do yon netd most?" asked Mr. Baüey. "Well, ve need bread, but if I can't have fchat I'H lake tobáceo." One day a solémn and religious Daubury man liailed a charcoal peddler with the query: "Have you got charcoal in your wagon?" "Yes, sir," said the expectant driver, stopping his horses. "ïhat's right," observed the religious man, with an approving nod, "always tell ;he truth, and people will respect you' And then he closed the door just in time to escape a brick hurled by the wicked ped31er. One day I asked Mr. Bailey if they had lazy men in Connecticut. "Lazy men!" he exclaimed. "Why we nave a man in Danbury so lazy that instead of shoveling a path to the front gate ie pinches the baby's ear with the nippers till the neighbors come rushing in to tread down the snow." Mr. McMasters was buying a homeof Mr. Baüey and asked him if the house was cold in the winter. "Cold!" said Bailey cautiously. "I can't sayastothat. It stands outdoors." Speakiug of the Indian raids, says Bailey: 'The Modocs have made another raid on our people and murdered them. If ever our government gets hold of these savages, gets ;hem right where they cannot escape, gets ihem wholly into its clutches, some