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Tlie cloaiiers were finishinji; their work on the third fioor, when one 

 of the men asked John Larsen: "Did you do the landing?" 

 John answered: "No. C'ohiml^us did tlie hinding." 



In these days of slow sales and no sales, shoeniaking is an excellent 

 trade to be in, as the goods are always soled before they are finished. 



We have been mistaken for the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the 

 Aquarium, and the classic Eden Musee (gone but not forgotten); and 

 now the Zoo. Absurd as it may seem, a visitor recently asked one of 

 our attendants: " Isn't there anything alive in this Museum? " 



The following useful bit of information has been volunteered us: 

 that the first tune ever whistled was "Over the Hills and Far Away;" 

 and that it was whistled b}' the wind. 



Visitor, in Osborn Library: "I am interested in the Equidie and 

 should like particularly to study the asses. 



Miss L. eager to render first aid: "Oh, yes. I will have some one 

 take you right up to ]Mr. Chubb." 



(Mr. Chubb himself gave us this). 



Uncle Eben says: "Bein' contented wif yoh lot am no excuse foh not 

 hustlin' to git de mortgage off'n it." 



Romance in the Old Families 



In the great Art Museum, Sixth Egyptian Room, 

 Lay Ukh-Hotep's mummy, afar from its tomb. 

 In the same gallery, also lying in state, 

 The once lovely Xe])hthys had met a like fate. 

 Sand-covered for centuries, they here found a place 

 Of serene rest and peace — each in a glass case. 

 With their sightless eyes turned to the ceiling above, 

 Who'd guess here were subjects of Romance and Love? 



The facts are obscure, but it's safe to assume 

 Hotep had sensed Xei^hthys the length of the room. 

 And noted that she, while not youthfully curved. 



