THE PAINT BOX Page Thirty-three

In cMemory of a Family “Party

Sip! sip! sip!

From the dregs of our Friday tea
And our octette of daughters partook
With Mr. Cianci and me.

Our sweet little eight little girls,

All but the very last three

Look like their momma and pop,
Mr. Cianci and me.

They really behaved very well,

Their manners were easy and free,
For they always appear at their best
With Mr. Cianci and me.

Each Friday you'll find them on hand
Indulging in family tea,

Do come and enjoy it as well

With Mr. Cianci and me.

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An old lady travelling in a train overheard two artists talking. One said to
the other: “Anything doing in children nowadays?” And his friend answered:
““A fellow I know knocked off seven girls’ heads—nasty, raw things they were, too!
—and a chap came in and carried them off just as they were—wet on the stretcher
—and said he he could do with a few more.” The old lady got off at the next

station !!
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Ir—Whither away galloping Gregory with yon meat-ax?
Hir-—Egad, I go to’ cut classes. C. Hi:

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Grrt In Crass—Get thee behind me Satan.
Srup—E—Then you'll sit on my lap.

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Dums—Jack would take that girl’s part better if he had a falsetto.
DuMBER—Falsetto what ?

The Hay Carts

As down the dusty lane, with creak and strain,
The lumbering carts their golden burdens draw,
And scents as sweet as those from any flowers,
Grown in our cultured gardens or our woods,
Arise, and fill the air with perfumes sweet,
Then, peeping from their thrones of hay, we see
A row of childish faces, rosy bright,

And bubbling childish laughter, shrill and sweet,
Descends, and bids our hearts rejoice.

M. A.’ WILLIAMS.

M. JENSEN.