She Was Well Posted

In the tnmday school room of an Episcopal ehurch in Brooklyu the other day a lecture.was given for the benefit of sorae worthy object. It was on a weekday, but on the hymn board iu the front of the room were what the regular members of the congregation said were the numbers of the hymns that had been sung on the Sunday before. But an outsider was struck with something peculiar about them. There wero four numbers arranged in line one under the other, as is customary on the hymn boards, and they were, as they appeared to the audience gathered for a lecture, "4. 11, 44," and "7-11." "Why, it was the funniest thing, " said a wonian who was present. "I noticed it the minute I went in, and it must have been done on purpose, for there is no seven hundred and eleventh hymn in the hymnal ; six huudred and ■somethiug is the last. The first three were poliey nuxnbers and the last craps. Wasn't it funy?" "Funny?" said the friend, who was listening to the joke. "I should say so. But not so inucli the numbers being there as that you should know what they meant. Now. confess, how in ever