Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1902-08-30

cept by our clothes?" she gasped, as >
the truth began to dawn upon her. Her
friend was reading her own name.
Helen Smith. specs and cloak"
That's it, exactly" she laughed.
i've often wondered why he never
called on me to recite. Now am sure
it's because ! stopped wearing my
glasses the second week Of the semes.
ter"
Remembered Only One.
With much mirth and gradual en-.
lightenment they scrutinized the ell.
tire list. Only one name stood without
annexation. It was that OF Miss Tex.
tor. The following are some OF the
funniest:
Lightner - Black mustache: looks
like Davis.
Miss Rogers-Sits next Textor.
Long-Square face.
Galbraith-Teacher,I know II.
Miss Thomas-violets.
Miss Stevens-Krimmer Jacket.
McPherson-Long, red hair and dig
freckles.
'oi 'he itihdinutT VI tue course,
Miss Turner discarded her hat with the
yellow feather, and not only did not
feel hurt, but was filled with glee when
Prof. Dewey ignored her existence on
the street and in class until IL came
time for him to deal out credits with
a generous hand.
One day the professor was sitting in
his study thinking deeply. The soft
touch of drop of water on his nose
did not disturb his train of thought.
But as constant dropping will wear
away stone, so in his case II finally
aroused Mr.. Dewey to a present con.
seriousness of material things. and his
attention focused itself on a small
stream of water coming through the
ceiling. The bathroom was above.
with surprising instance for presery.
ing the new and expensive paper on
his study ceiling. he bounded upstairs
two steps at time and assaulted the
bathroom door II did not yield to mis-
attack. The door was locked
Staggered by His Son.
Open the door," he shouted impa.
tiently. As he listened for reply he
could hear the musical splash. splash
of the water as If some one were play.
ing in it,
Open the door! he repeated testify
Young Johns voice rose above the
surglc of the water.
Use VERY busy" he said. Go
way II was an oft-repeated expires.
sion OF his father when the little one
was interrupting some important wor.-
Strange to say, the professor did not
appreciate the humor of the remark.
with one thought uppermost, the res.
cue of his cherished paper, he khrew
philosophy to the winds and ratified the
door angrily. Don't tell me to go
away, my son. Open the door this in.
slant. or you'll wish you had"
A low, soft laugh came from behind
the door. Now, John. don't let aoor
temper Diet away wis co." said John
Jr., with tantallzing equanimity. Jus
90 go on by 'oorself and fink dis mas.
ser over"
Prof. Dewey was fairly staggered. Il
was the longest speech his young son
had ever uttered and 1t showed a fine
retentive power. II was the identical
dismissal his father had inflicted an
hour before when little John was teas,
ing and whining for an inconvenient
frollc. Without another word the pro.
lessor turned and fed to his wife.
Appealed to His Wife.
my dear" he said. with a suspicious
twinkle in his eye. II think you had
better so up to the bathroom and ask
John II he will please be kind enough
to turn of the water. It's coming
through the floor, and think he would
be willing to save the library paper II
you put 1t to him In a proper light. I'd
do 1t myself" he added. as she rose to
go, but I've some very important data
to record about the relation of mem.
DRY to heredity."
One cold winter day, Mrs. Dewey
went to Detroit to do some shopping
and left the children in charge of a SER
want. During the morning. when Sarah
was busily engaged in the kitchen, lit.
tie John had vivid recollection OF a
glorious day in summer when he had
been allowed to take off his shoes and
stockings and revei in the hot sand,
and then let the cool blades of grass
tickle his bare toes. There was a
light snow on the ground. which looked
very attractive with the patches of
green here and there. Quick as a
wink his foOtgear was flying to the
four corners OF the playroom and John
bounded out of doors. With the ardor
OF discoyerer, he reveled in his new
game, enjoying the singing cold as his
feet sank in the soft snow. Two men
came down the avenue, absorbed IN
serious conversation. 1t was Professor
Dewey and his new assistant. The
younger man noticed with astonish.
ment a bareheaded, barefooted, tows.
led youngster running along toward
him, his poor little naked legs purple
with cold
Pitied His Own Child.
II declare" he exclaimed. interrupt.
ing the professor in the midst OF his
abstruse argument, did you ever see
such barbarity in a civilized country!
Poor little midget"
Prof. Dewey looked up absent.mind.