The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1880-06-02
Child Wit and wisdom.

al go through my work" as the needle
said to the idle boy. "But not till you are
hard pushed, as the idle boy said to the
needle.
"How do you define black as your hat?"
said a schoolmaster to one of his pupils.
Darkness that may be felt" replied the
youthful wit.
Mrs. c. told her baby daughter that she was
going into half mourning for her sister-in-law.
"Why half mourning2" asked the child; "is
auuty only half dead2"
"Dad, have you ever been TO the museum2"
said ten-year-old. "No, my SON." "Well,
go and mention my name to the keeper, and
he'll. take you round and show you every
thing"
A little girl in one of our public schools
the other day had occasion to parse the word
CANCEL" Coming to the gender she'stopped
dismayed and asked her teacher if "there are
any men angels"
The owner of a pair of bright eyes says
that the prettiest compliment she ever receiv-
ed came from child of four years. The lit
tie fellow, after looking intently at her eyes
a moment inquired, naively, "Are your eyes
new ones2"
"Ten dimes make 81" said the school-mas-
ter. Nov go on, sir. Ten dollars make one
-what?" "They make one mighty glad these
times" replied the boy; and the teacher, who
hadn't got his last months salary yet, con-
cluded that the boy was about right.
This conversation was recently overheard
at family table: II adore the game season."
says papa. "And l." said mamma, '..adore
the season of green peas (Which do you
like best?" they asked Grace. "Oh, II
adore the season of sponge cake" was the re-
ply.
A little girl once said that she would be
very glad to go to Heaven because they had
plenty of preserves there. On being cross
examined she took down her catechism and
triumphantly read: "Why ought the saints
to love God?" Because He makes, pre-.
serves and keeps them"
A mother tried to console her child, who
cried bitterly. "Why, John, what is the
matter2" Mamma" (crying still louder,
yesterday L fell down and hurt myself"
"But that was yesterday; why do you cry
to-day2" why don't you remember; you
wasn't home yesterday"
A little boy from Chicago. on going to the
seaside, saw turtle in the back yard of a
hotel, when his astonishment knew no bounds.
"0h, motherl motherl" said the child ''come
right away quickl for here's the queerest
thing-a great black frog, with hat on his
back, creeping on his kneesP
At Flatbush, boy who had charge of a
very stubborn donkey, was one day beating
it numerically because it would not go, when
the minister of the parish, coming up, cen.
sured him for his cruelty. The boy resented
the interference, and exclaimed: aIm sure
you needn't care; it's none O. your congrega-
ton"
"You will observe from this word pater,"
said school-master to his pupil, 'the great
fexibility of the Latin language. Pater is
a father; and here we have patruus, an
uncle; and propatruus, great-unele on the
fathers side. Can you make any such
change in our language? Pater, patruus,
propatruus-father; is there any way you
can change father into uncle in English?"
81 don't think of any" replied young hope
full, sunless you get him to marry your aunt"
Mamie and Johnnie, two little Deadwood
fve-year-olds, were disputing the other day
about the comparative value of their posses
sions. After boastfully careful enumera-
ton by each, Mamie at last exclaimed:
"Well, I've got more dead kinfolks than you
have, anyhow" Johnnie sat silent and puz-
zled for a moment and then triumphantly re-
piled: 81 don't care if you have; cried
enough at Mr.. rs funeral to make up
for al your dead kinl''-Black Hills Pioneer.
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