[first stoyr]
Two in Trouble MEETING a fat and patriotic Statesman on his way to Washington to beseech the President for an office, an idle Tramp accosted him and begged twenty-five cents with which to buy a suit of clothes. "Melancholy wreck," said the Statesman, "what brought you to this state of degradation? Liquor, I suppose." "I am temperate to the verge of absurdity," replied the Tramp. "My foible was patriotism; I was ruined by the baneful habit of trying to serve my country. What ruined you?" "Indolence."
[second story]
The Witch's Steed A BROOMSTICK which had long served a witch as a steed complained of the nature of its employment, which it thought degrading. "Very well," said the Witch, "I will give you work in which you will be associated with intellect - you will come in contact with brains. I shall present you to a housewife." "What!" said the Broomstick, "do you consider the hands of a housewife intellectual?" "I referred," said the Witch, "to the head of her good man."
