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Saturday Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 109, 11 August 1877, Page 5

In a suburban school a teacher gave out the word “psalter” to a class in spelling. It was a “ poser” to all till it reached the foot of the class, when a curly-headed little fellow spelt it correctly, and, on being asked to define it, shouted out: “ More salt!”

Thebe was a panic among the mothers at a Cincinnati hotel recently, when the bill of fare came and announced “ Children pot pie” for dinner that day. It turned out, however, to be the printer’s mistake for “ chicken pot pie.” Customer —“ What did you think of the bishop’s sermon on Sunday, Mr B 1?” Hairdresser —“Well, really, sir, there was a gent a sitting in front of me, as 'ad his ’air ■parted that crooked that I couldn’t hear a word!”

An Englishman was recently boasting to a Bostonian that they had a hook in the British Museum which was once owned by Cicero. “Oh! that ain’t nothin’,” replied the Bostonian. “In the museum in our city we have got the lead pencil that Noah used to check off the animals as they went into the ark.”