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Thames Star, Issue 3666, 28 September 1880, Page 3

A schoolmistress in the country was looking down the names ami ages of her scholars at the commencement of the term, when, in coming in turn to a little white-headed boy, she nsked him, "Well, my lad, how old are you ?" "My name ain't ti-d,' said he sharply ; " it's John." "Well," said the school-mistress, * what's the rest of your name P" ' Why that's all the name I've got—jtist John." "Weil, what is your father's name ?" " Oh, you needn't put dad's name down; he isn't comin' to school. He's too big to come to school." "Well, how old are you?" I ain't old at all; I'm young." Alabama panthers love to catch a young men about two miles from home on a dark night. They carefully walk behind him, growling and screaming and pawing up drird leaves, and when he reaches home at last, his brothers take him for Iheir grandfather. A Scotch boy had delivered a message to * lady, but did not seem in a hurry to go. Being asked if there was anything else that his mother had bid him say, Jock whimpered out, " She said I wasn't to seek onything for comin', but if ye giedme't I was to tak' it." We need scarcely add that the hint was taken, and Jock's services were amply rewarded.