He Can't Understand It

Sunday, John Kimball , an employe of Aid. Snyder, feil to thinking that these were times of great uncertainty and personal danger, and that even if the war between cat-eyed nations of the Oriënt should not involve the United States, it was possible that the Sindlingers might again invade Ann Arbor with a wagon load of rocks. Anyhow, he thought it would be best to clean up his old revolver, according to the oft repeated admonition to always be prepared for death. As the weapon was not Ioaded, John tinkered away with great recklessness, and was therefore very much surprised and annoyed when the blamed thing went off and punched a bullet through his left hand at the base of the second finger. When Mr. Kimball saw what had been done, he said that owing to the altered state of circumstances he would now lay by the little revolver, as did Ethan Allen, who while an English prisoner of state bit off the end of a red pepper, at a banquet. Said Ethan: "I will lay that blamed little hot thing down by my plate, to lightmy cigar with after dinner. " Mr. Kimball laid his little revolver by, and sought the consolation of a surgeon. What puzzles him is to understand how it could go off when it was not Ioaded. But he knows it did.