All but one little fellow set to work.  He paused and finally raised his hand.

“What is it, Edgar?” the teacher asked.

“Please, ma’am,” Edgar piped out, “do you want us to draw a hen or a rooster?”

HOME

The beauty of the house is order; the blessing of the house is contentment; the glory of the house is hospitality; the crown of the house is godliness.

Home—­The place where we are treated best and grumble most.

Home—­A world of strife shut out, and a world of love within.

It is said that home is the place where a man hangs his hat, but with a woman it is different.  There is a rocker with a worn cushion, a clock that doesn’t keep time, a quilt that is worn, a strip of carpet that is faded, a few old family pictures, an old-fashioned vase, a meat platter, a cup and a few plates that do not match and are chipped around the edges.  These, and a few more, known in feminine language as “her own things,” are needed, in the final reckoning, to make a place a home for a woman.

“Some day you’ll be rich enough to retire from business.”

“Give up my nice, pleasant office and stay home?” rejoined Mr. Growcher.  “I should say not.”

HOME BREW

TIPS—­“Why not try a home-brew receipt?”

TAPS—­“It’s this way.  If I meet a friend under the influence of the forbidden, I’m afraid he isn’t able to give the receipt correctly, and when I meet a man who has had a few drinks and doesn’t feel any happier, I’ll be darned if I want the receipt.”

LADY—­“You say your father was injured in an explosion?  How did it happen?”

CHILD—­“Well, mother says it was too much yeast, but father says it was too little sugar.”

Country people call them cellars; city people call them basements, and some people should call them breweries.

“Did you ever hear about that home brew blowing up?”

“Yes,” replied Uncle Bill Bottletop.  “If the appropriations for prohibition enforcement don’t hold up, maybe we can curb the liquor evil by bringin’ it under the regulations provided for handling high explosives.”

A Detroit firm advertises “The ideal still survives.”  A good many people interested suddenly in the raisin crop, who have been trying to construct home-made stills, will be hard to convince that any still survives—­much less an ideal one.

HOMELINESS

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HOMESICK

“You ought to be contented and not fret for your old home,” said the mistress as she looked into the dim eyes of her young Swedish maid.  “You are earning good wages, your work is light, every one is kind to you, and you have plenty of friends here.”

“Yas’m,” said the girl, “but it is not the place where I do be that makes me vera homesick; it is the place where I don’t be.”