"Have you ever tried the faith-cure" asked a solemn stranger of a gentleman in a Brooklyn street-car. "I have," was the answer. "Do you believe in it?" "I do." "May I ask of what you were cured?" "Certainly, I was cured of my faith."
A lecturer, discoursing on the subject of "Health," inquired: "What use can a man make of his time while waiting for a doctor?" Before he could begin his answer to his own inquiry, some one in the audience cried out: "He can make his will."—
Missionary work in West Virginia: "Is your husband at home?" "No; he is 'coon hunting. He killed two whopping big 'coons last Sunday." "Does he fear the Lord?" "I guess he does, 'cause he always takes his gun with him." "Have you any Presbyterians around here?" "I don't know if he has killed any or not. You can go behind the house and look at the pile of hides to see if you can find any of their skins." "I see that you are living in the dark." "Yes, but my husband is going to cut out a window soon."
A Pittsburg doctor says that woman can understand woman, and it often does a patient more good to talk to her of spring bonnets, than is effected by medicine. Husbands and fathers want to look out for that physician. Instead of recommending fifty cents' worth of aqua pura for a headache, she may prescribe a fourteen-dollar bonnet and a Surah overskirt, or something that way.—Norristown Herald.
