80. Why is a used up horse like a bad play?
81. Why is a sick Jew like a diamond ring?
83. Entire I am a bird; cut off my tail, and I shall be a surname; now transpose, and I shall be something singular.
84. Why are fowls the most economical things farmers keep?
85. Why is a cricket on the hearth like a soldier in battle?
Entire, I am of bloody mien, And spread destruction all around; Beheaded--cheerfully I'm seen Where pleasure's votaries are found.
87. Why should a brigadier-general, with his troops, be able to cross any river?
88. Join a verb and conjunction, and make a noun.
89. Join a conjunction and a noun, and form an adverb.
90. Join a noun and adjective, and make a verb.
91. I am a word of three syllables; my first member is one of the family of fruits; my second component part is an article in very common use, at once a receptacle for the most valuable and the most useless things; my last member is an interjection. Entire, I am a substance employed in writing and drawing.
96. What Persian queen preserved the Jews?
The initial letters, joined aright, A famous Jew will bring to light.
"Now that's _too_ bad!" exclaimed little Bess, striking her pencil down quickly on the slate, which had for five minutes been shaded by her brown curls, as she bent earnestly over it. "I do say it's _too_ bad."
"_What_ is too bad, Bess?" asked her oldest sister, Mary, who, apparently occupied with her history, had been stealing occasional glances at the animated face over the slate, and watching with pleasing interest the busy fingers putting down letters, and tripping back and forth among them with her pencil-point. "_What_ is too bad, Bess? I thought something was pleasing you very much."
"Oh! did you? Well, I _was_ just ready to have such a good one--these anagrams, you know. I surely thought I had extra axes, and just because of an _r_, it's all spoiled!"
"What were you going to make your extra axes out of?" asked Mary, with a curious smile.
"Now, _don't_ make fun of me, please. Artaxerxes was my word."
"Well, I should _think_ that would just make it," said Mary, thoughtfully. "Are you _sure_ it will not?"
"Don't you see that _r_?" asked Bess, holding up her slate and giving a bayonet thrust to the offending letter.