﻿140 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



Poor H hacked into that fellow's bony corporation for a good 



half-hour, to liberate his hook. 



I remember I wound up my line then, and kindly suggested we 

 had better try something besides fishing ! 



But the sun is setting, and let us pick up and string our fish, and 

 start for home. 



Now, be careful, boys, how you. secure your hooks. I have an 

 ugly scar, which I got by carelessness. I was running by a build- 

 ing, to the river, with my rod and line. The hook was dangling 

 below my ringers. All at once the line caught on a nail, and up 

 went the hook into my hand. Ugh ! I never shall forget the cut- 

 ting of it out, at the doctor's office ; and whenever I see a boy, now, 

 careless with a hook, I tell him the story. 



"Logic." 



" DOES Mr. Freeman keep a horse ? ' 



" Yes." 



"And Uncle Solomon, too ? " (two.) 



" No, Uncle Solomon keeps but one" 



"Well, what did I say?" 



" You asked me if he kept two horses, did n't you ? ' 



We heard this dialogue, and were reminded of an anecdote, old 

 but good. 



A smart collegian sought the paternal roof, to enjoy Thanksgiv- 

 ing ; and undertook, while the dinner was cooking, to display his 

 wisdom before his good parents. 



" Mother," said he, " I can prove to you that there are three 

 fowls." 



" How ? " said the good lady, with a condescending smile, glan- 

 cing at the two on the spit. 



"Well, here is one ? " "Yes." "And this is two?" "Yes.' 

 " Well, two and one make three, fast enough." 



His mother said nothing. His father, however, replied, " Perhaps 

 you are right, son ; but I '11 take the first chicken for my dinner, 

 your mother will the second, and you may dine on the third ! ' 



