All Grist In His Mill

All Grist In His Mill.

"Daddy. the cows are in the corn."

"Let 'em eat. I've j'ined the beef trust." -- Atlanta Constitution.

The Modest Poet.

He claims he'll go down to posterity

As a leader of poetic art,

And the editors all, of a verity,

Will wish him the earliest start. - Town Topics,

Not Far to Go.

"Brown has gone crazy. I'm told."

"Well, it was a short trip for him anyway."- Puck.

The Heiress.

She cannot talk, she cannot sing,

She looks a fright, but folks aver

Ten millions have been set apart

To talk and sing and look for her. 

-- Life.