SPRINKLE, SPRINKLE, LITTLE CART.

Hastings Standard, Volume XII, Issue 5846, 9 May 1908, Page 2 (Supplement)

SPRINKLE, SPRINKLE, LITTLE CART.

Sprinkle, sprinkle, water-cart ! Hoiv I wonder what thou art! Xever can I find you nigh When the dust is deep and dry. When tho clouded sun is set, And tho streets with rain are wet, Then you wing your little flight. Sprinkling, sprinkling, left and right. And when bright my boots are "shined," Hands in costly kids confined, Rattling down the saddened street. How you soak my hands and feet! TAKING XO RISKS. troupe of wandering musicians wero pi!j>.ving before a certain hotel. At the end of t,l>e performance one of the memb?rs of the gtrojip. approached the leader of tho band,** ,and pulled out a little paper box, which"",be emptied into his left hand while the' py.es of the leader followed every movement. " He then took a plate in his right hanoV-. parsed it round, and a largo sum was collected, everyone meanwhile wondering what he had in his left hand. "Why. its very simple,'' said the leader when questioned. "We are all subject to temptation, and to be sure of tho fidelity of our -collector he has to hold five flies in his left hand, and we count these first when he returns to make sure of the money."' A HUSTLER. He was a twentieth-century hustling builder, and underTiis auspices cottages and buildings seemed to spring np like mushrooms. "Please, sir," said one of his foremen, rushing up to him one morning in a state of mental collapse, "oneo' the new houses has fallen down in the night." "What!" he roared. "You mean to say that ono o£ my well-built, desirable residential houses has come to grief? Ah. I suppose you took the scaffolding down before you put on the wallpaper?'' "Yes. sir." "Well, what can you expect, you rank outsider'' Call yourself a foreman? Get off the works. You're sacked." NOT CURIOUS. A certain employer of labour had received many complaints from liis foreman as to one of the hands, who, though an excellent workman, and to whom it was undesirable to dismiss alcould never be induced to arrive at the proper time in the morning. So tho employer, determining to expostulate with tho offender personally, arrived early ono morning and laid in wait for him. In due time tho dilatory one strolled in, and was accosted wrathfully: "Do you know what time wo begin work hero in tho morning?" "Xo, sir," was the calm reply, "I know they're always at it when I get hero." The olntocrat of to-day is aware that he has a power which isn't always accorded to reigning monarchs; but he isn't beginning to perceive his responsibilities are exactly in proportion to that power, and that to use them right ly for the benefit of the race is about the biggest thing a man can do in this world. —Mrs. de la Pasture (in "The Man from America").