THE CHEMAWA AMERICAN
HOW DID SHE KNOW I
Some time ago a little group of people were dis
cussing the curiosity of servants when Representa
tive Browne of Wis. was reminded of an incident that
took place in a certain home he knew about. A short
time before, he said, the mistress of this home, Mrs.
Smith, called her colored maid to her room and in
quired if the postman had left any mail. Belinda
answered that there had been nothing but a postal
card.
"A postal card!" exclaimed Mrs. Smith in surprise.
"Who could have sent it?"
"Doan' know ma'am," answered Belinda inno
cently. "I didn't read it."
"Well, it's just this!" declared Mrs. Smith with
emphasis, "anybody who sends me a message on a
postal card is either very stupid or very thoughtless."
"'Scuse, me, ma'am," said Belinda, a hurt expres
sion spreading over her black countenance. '"But do
yo' fink dat's de right way to talk about yo' own
mother?"
TOOT-CIIEST COURTSHIP
"It is 'plane' that I Love you," he began,
"is that on the 'level'?" she asked.
"Haven't I always been on the 'square' with you?"
''But you have many 'vises,' " she remonstrated.
"Not a 'bit' of it," he asserted.
"What made you 'brace' up? she queried coquet
ishly. "The fact that I 'saw' you," he replied, with a
bow.
"I ought to 'hammer' you for that," she answered
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