They found their way to the Temple of Art.  When the Chemical Soubrette started in to sing “Hello, Central, give me Heaven,” they gave her just the Opposite of what she was demanding.  A few Opera Chairs were pulled up by the Roots and tossed on the Stage, merely to disconcert the Artiste.  When the House Policeman came he was hurled 30 Feet into the Air and soon after that the Show broke up.  The Student Body flocked out and upset a Trolley Car, and then they went homeward in the Moonlight singing, “Sweet Memories of College Days, La-la!  La-la!”

Father’s Hat was caved in and he was a trifle Bewildered, but he managed to observe that the Boys were a trifle Boisterous when they got a Fair Start.

“Oh, yes; but they don’t Mean anything by it,” explained Buchanan.

[Illustration:  Preserving the Traditions.]

“I hope they will explain that to the House Policeman as soon as they get him to the Hospital,” said the Parent.  “Otherwise, he might misconstrue their Motives.”

Next Day, when he went back, he told Mother not to worry about Buchanan, as he seemed to have a full and sympathetic Grasp on the true Inwardness of Modern Educational Methods.

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MORAL:  Attend to the Remittances and Son will do the Rest.

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THE SEARCH FOR THE RIGHT HOUSE AND HOW MRS. JUMP HAD HER ANNUAL ATTACK

Once there was a Family called Jump I that had sampled every Ward within the Corporation Limits.

The Jumps did a Caravan Specialty every time the Frost went out of the Ground.

When the Sarsaparilla Ads began to blossom, and the Peach Crop had been ruined by the late Cold Snap and the Kids were batting up Flies in the Lot back of the Universalist Church, and a Barrel-Organ down Street was tearing the Soul out of “Trovatore”—­these were the Cues for Mrs. Jump to get her Nose into the Air and begin to champ at the Bit.

Mother was a House-Hunter from away back.  She claimed to be an Invalid eleven months out of the Year and took Nerve Medicine that cost $2.00 a Bottle.  Just the same when April hove into view and Dame Nature began to stretch herself, then Mother put on her Short Skirt and a pair of Shoes intended for a Man and did a tall Prance.

She was good for 12 hours a Day on any kind of Pavements.  With her Reticule loaded foil of “To Let” Clippings, she hot-footed from Street to Street.  Every time she struck a Fresh Trail she broke into a Run.

Mother was looking for a House that had twice as many Closets as Rooms and a Southern Exposure on all four sides.

She had conned herself into the Belief that some day she would run down a Queen Anne Shack that would be O.K. in all Particulars.

In the Magazine that came every Month she tad seen these Dream-Pictures of Palaces that can be put up for $1,500.00, if you steal your Materials.