Tho newsboys who gathor about in the af teruoon awaiting the publication hour of tho evening papers are either fairly rolling in wealth or their conversation is to sorae extont imaginative. Said ono of them to another: "Billy, did per buy that $50 plaid summer euit I seed yer lookin' at in a winder Saturday ? " " No, Blinkey, I didn't take it in. Ther wuz only ono watch pocket in the trowsers an' I allus carries two tickers, one ter e'rect t'other by." " But yer ain't goin' ter wear yer army britches all sumrner, be yer, 'specially when yer go drivin' evenin's? " "No, Blinkey, my dear, I aiu't," was Billy's grave reply, " but don't yer worry about me. It's silk undei-cloz as preserves my precious health. Silk's the thing, Bliukey.''