"Say, what is that button you
are wearing?" asked the Man
from Mars of a passing Working
man. "That is the button-oihe Pros
perity League," answered the
Workingman, removing 'his hat,
"You aje then prosperous, I
take it, and earn enough to sup
port your entire family in com
fort," continued the Mah from
"Oh, no sir," said the Work
ingman. "What, not married?" asked
the Man from Mars, in surprise.
"Oh, yes, sir," replied the
Workingman. "I have a large
family and they also have good
jobs except the youngest one, a
child of four, and we can undoubt
edly squeeze him in somewhere in
a year or two."
"Is your employer prosperous
as all that?" continued the Man
from Mars, thinking the Work-
inerman was joking. "Does his'
whole family also work?"
"Oh, no, sir," answered the
Workingman in dead earnest.
"They don't have to work."
"Oh, then, they are not so pros
perousasjou are?" said the Man
from Mars, keeping up the bur
lesque. "Oh, yes, sir," replied the
Workingman. "They are ,the
only QnesTvho are prosperous."
"Then why do you wear that
button?" asked the Man from
Mars, somewhat impatiently, un
certain of the trend of the conver
sation. "Because it is one of the rules
of the shop. It is one of our em-n
clover's hobbies to point to them
with pride when waited on b',
"Stting," muttered the Mart'
from Mars, turning on his heel.
The Preacher We never re;
lize'the full value of anything un
tilwe lose it.
The Bereaved Widow That'l
so especially if the lost thing
'fii. there l" veiled a farmer fc
a tramp whom he found in one oj
his aoole trees. "What are vot
doimr there?1' "Trying to ge
outiJ' explained the tramp. 'Tvff s
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