WEST SHORE. 105 A NARROW ESCAPE. Hid by the overshadowing trees The moon shone bright above ; The spirit of the gentle breeie Seemed whispering ol lore. Along the dusky forest way, Where no one else was nigh, We wandered she was fair as day A lucky man was I. Upon the morrow we must part; I'd known her but a week, And yet, the feelings of my heart My tongue could scarcely speak. I took her little hand methought A tear stood in her eye ; My soul with rapture was o'erwrought A lucky man was I. Then Cupid's prompting made me bold, With deep emotion stirred My ardent tale of love I told, And asked for just one word One little word in answer so This maiden sweetly shy Murmured In tender accents " No! " A lucky man was I. R. H. TlTHBRINGTON, ENTITLED TO A PASS. President X. M. T. R. R. (hanghtily)-Who is this James W. Bungstarter who wants a pus? Pkiyate Secretary Great capitalist ol Sheboygan president of the Knocash Natural Sand Bank lessee of the- F resident (hastily) Send him an annual. I thought he was some poor devil who couldn't pay his way. 'TWAS EVER THUS. Mr. O'Brien (eloquently soliciting subscriptions from the crowd for a hospital) I tell you, gentlemen, the one who will not put his hand in his pocket to help the poor, the maimed, the halt and the blind (To man with one leg and one arm, supplicating alms) What's that? Con found you, don't interrupt me I Oat out 1 HER PREFERENCE. Snooper Let us take a Wagner sleeper, my dear. Mrs. Snooper 0, Wagner 's too noisy for me. Let us take a Pullman. THEIR USE. Mrs. Fanulk (looking up from the paper) I wonder what air brakes are used for. Mrs. Dense To stop windmills, I suppose. " Is he a hard man to get along with?" " Hard ? Why, even the air hereabouts doesn't agree with him." HE HAD. " Beg pardon, sir, but haven't you forgotten something? " said the waiter to the guest who was departing. " 0, yes, my umbrella! Thanks, awfully." A double shuffle Two suicides. A clog A fish bone In the throat, A serio-comic An effort to sneese. A call before the curtain Supe I AT MIDNIGHT. Siayute My favorite flower, Miss Amy, is the night-blooming cereus. Miss Amy Indeed, Mr. Staylatel I thought It would probably be the morning glory. McCorki.1 (looking at the individual leaning against the lamp post) That man has a queer name Triangle. Mi-Crackle It is appropriate, though. He is a rye-tangled Triangle. HE KNEW HE WAS. " He isn't capable of a civil action." " 0, yes he is. He has just brought a suit against me In a civil court." VERY UNSTEADY. Mahkl That Young Mr. Wacker is Sue's Bteady company now, Is he not? Amy Not very he drinks so much, you know. HOW MR. BUMPERS GOT INTO TROUBLE. William Bumpers Maw, was yon ever an actress? Mrs. Bumpers (bridling) The ideal Certainly notl W. Bumperb Then why did yon dress like a ballet girl? Mrs. Bumpers (amaied) I never did I What's got into the boy ? W. Bumpers-Well, paw's got a photograph of a ballet girl and when I caught him looking at It he said it was your picture. Mrs. Bumpers (with deadly calm) Oh, yes, to be sure. William, tell your paw I want to speak to him. IDENTIFYING HIM. Mrs. Gakiam You remember young Mr. Eastlske, don't you? Mr. Gaixam He was sent to the penitentiary, wasn't he? Mrs. Gazzam-0, no; be was called to the pastorate of Die Oakvills Presbyterian church two years ago. Mr. Gaiiam-O, yes; I remember him well. I knew It was some thing of that kind. SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT. CuMso-Hello, Staggers I I haven't seen you for a year. By the way, I heard you had taken a wife. Staggers (gloomily) No; she has taken me. " What large house I" exclaimed Mr. Crosscut, glancing around the theatre. " Yes," asserted his wife; " but then It has to be a large bouse to hold so many psople." 1u w 1 mmm s 'Jjt-,V ART CRITICISM. " That's a Verestchagtn," remarked one visitor to another in the Portland exposition art gallery. " So It Is," was the reply, " very shocking, Indeed. It's a shame the hang ing committee passes such pictures."