Wouldn't Drink Punch

We have advanced in one way, at any rate. Nobody argües with or "chaffs" the young inan- and thera are a great rnany of him - vpho says : "No, thank you. I never drink wine or spirits." I confess to feeling a little glow of pride and approbatiou rise witbin me when I hear this, and I want to shake hands with that young man. They teil me that where six fellows "line up" at a bar these days it is no uncommon thing for three of them to take ginge ale or vichy, and nobody says a word either. At a reception not long ago # handsome young man stood in the marble hall and ladled ont lemonadeandclaret punch to a contingent of pretty women who appeared to dote upon him. One of them said : "But, Mr. Morris, ain't yon going to have some punch?" "111 drink lemonade. " "Oh, psbaw ! Drink a glass of claret pnnch with me." "Thank you, no. " Shewas the prettiest girl in the house and the richest. Her eyes flashed and she said coaxingly: "As a personal and especial favor to me, please do. I'll give you every dance you want if you will. " The young fellow raddened and then turned pale. "Thank you very mnoh," he said, "but I couldn't do it. " And then frorn all those other women went up such a round of applanse that, had he been an actor, be wonld have started out "starring" at once, while the temptress swept into the next