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."