Storyettes.

Levin Daily Chronicle, 15 January 1918, Page 1

Storyettes.

A teacher asked her class to write an essay on London. She was surprised to read the following in one attempt: "The people of London are noted for their stupidity.'' The young author was asked how he got that idea. '' Please, miss,'' was the reply, '' it was in the text-books the population of London is very dense.''

In a Kansas city where two brothers are engaged in the retail coal business a revival' was recently held, and the elder of the brothers was converted. For weeks he tried to persuade his brother to join the church. One day he asked: "Why can't you join the church like I did?" It's a fine thing for you to belong to the church," replied the younger brother. "If I join the church, who'll weight the coal?"

A short time ago a private at the Plattsburg army camp passed a young lieutenant without saluting. The Plattsburger was one of those whose honors sit heavily on rather narrow shoulders, and he at once called the private's attention to his oversight. The private apologised, explained that he was a raw recruit and was thinking of something else at the moment, and promised that he would not again fail in showing proper courtesy. But the lieutenant as the report goes, saw fit to impress the lesson on the new arrival more forcefully, and ordered him to make amends on the spot by saluting 200 times. The soldier began his task, bat the officer in his haste had set a rather high figure, and after a few minutes many other men of the camp had come along and stopped to watch the performance. When quite a company had collected a colonel came that way and paused to learn what was going on. After hearing the lieutenant's report, the superior officer asked the private for his version. Upon hearing it the colonel, turning again to the lieutenant, inquired, "And when a private salutes you, what do you do?" "I return it," was the reply. The colonel then quickly concluded his own part of the incident, which on the whole must have been quite entertaining to the bystanders, by saying, "Return'the salutes.''

Master Archie, aged four, had been told that babies came down direct from heaven per story, and he was puzzled to understand why he could not recall his former celestial surroundings. When a second child was born into the household Archie was admitted to his mother's bedchamber to take a look at his new relative. The little chap tiptoed up to the cradle and gazed down at the pink, wrinkled mite lying there. He bent over it. "Brother," he whispered, "toll me about Hod before you forget.''