Solved At Last

He stood for a long time looking into the display window of a gents' furnishing store, and by-and-by he gavo himself a sort of kick aud exclaitned: "Humph! Just like me!" "What is it?" askcd a boy who carne up. "I'm a fule!" 'For why?" "For because l've bin wonderin' for two years how a feller got into one of these button-behind shirts, and l've jist diskivered that he don't have to turn around in it to bring the busum to tho front! Bub, you may kick me a nickel's wuth!" - Detroit Free Press.