Oh High Olympus

Burdet.tc. "Howdoes that hat feel?" asked the hatter, settling another Derby on the customer's head. "It doesn't ieel at all; it's feit," replied tha customer. And then the hatter, his eyes being opened, uncovered his own head, for he feit in his inmcst hoart that he was standing in the presenoe of unbridled Genius, and knêw that the Being before him was Charley Saapdragon, the brilliant and versatilë humorist of the Lost Snorter. Ah me, how often ín the world of error and finito judgment, do we entertain Superior Beings unawares. and only feel the scales fall from our ioolish eyes whenthe Immortals lay at our unworthy f eet some wayworn joke of the eternal ages, hairless and mouldy with measureless antiquity, rheumatic m every limb, toothless, stone deaf, and both eye3 out. Little Harry, aged iour, wlio had been presentad witk a toy monkey, voi'y much astonished nis young and greatly admired aunt the other evening by ending his prayers with "ainonkey" instead of "amen." His aunt was greatly shocked and exclaimed: "Why, Harry, what made you say that?" The young philosopheranswered: "I say 'amonkcy,' because I hke monkeys best; you say 'amen'L because vou like men best." A couple who had been "keop:ng company continuoüsly for 28 years were married near Trenton N. J., last week.