“Young man (23) with five years’ experience in leading publishers, desires to better his position.”
But what better position could there be than that of leading our publishers?
From Children’s Chat, by “Grandma” in the “Times” of Natal:
“I want you, my dears, to write me a short snake story, something that really happened to some one you know; and if you can tell me of a child being really bitten I shall be glad to hear about it.”
Truly it is said that a child’s best friend is his grandma.
Wandering over Salisbury Plain on Whit Monday, a correspondent came across a large stone inscribed: “Turn me over.” After much difficulty he succeeded in turning it over, and found on the under side of the stone the words: “Now turn me back again, so that I can catch some other idiot.”
He--“Dearest, if I had known this tunnel was so long, I’d have given you a jolly hug.”
Timid Lady (going up the Washington Monument elevator).--“Conductor, what if the rope breaks that holds us?”
Conductor--“Oh, there are a number more attached as safety ropes.”
Timid Lady--“But if they all break, where shall we go?”
Conductor--“Oh, well, m’m, that all depends upon what kind of a life you have been living before.”
Elmer, though only a little boy, was the oldest child of an already numerous family. He was invited to go in and see a little baby sister. Asked by his mother what he thought of the baby, he said, “W’y, mama, it’s real nice. But do you think we needed it?”
“Hush, darling; turn over and go to sleep.”
“No, you are restless. Turn over, dear, and go to sleep.”
(After five minutes.) “Ma, I want a drink.”
“No, you don’t want a drink; you had a drink just before you went to bed. Now be still and go right to sleep.”
(After five minutes.) “Ma, won’t you please give me a drink?”
“If you say another word I’ll get up and spank you. Now go to sleep. You are a naughty girl.”
(After two minutes.) “Ma, when you get up to spank me will you give me a drink?”
Once upon a time there was a young married man who had some slight bickerings with the woman of his choice. These having occurred with great frequency, he went to his father, who was older and much more married.
“Father,” he said, “is it not meet that I should be the ringmaster in my own wickiup? Or must I kowtow to the old lady?”