The Elf and the Dormouse UNDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain to shelter himself. Under the toadstool, sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet. To the next shelter-maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile. Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two. Holding it over him, gaily he flew. Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse-"Good gracious me!" "Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented. -And that's how umbrellas first were invented.

I would like to throw an egg into an electric fan.

Bigamy is one way of avoiding the painful publicity of divorce and the expense of alimony.

An epicure is one who gets nothing better than the cream of everything but cheerfully makes the best of it.

Many are called but few get up.

To babble is to make a feminine noise somewhat resembling the sound of a brook, but with less meaning.

A kiss is a course of procedure cunningly devised, for the mutual stopage of speech at a moment when words are superfluous.