EARLY TO BED.
When a kind old father on Fifth avenue sailed for
Europe, six weeks ago, he gave his engaged daughter
permission to “sit up” with her beau, a young stockbroker,
till a quarter of twelve every night. I guess
when that fond father comes home and finds out that
this young man has been “sitting up” and holding
that fond daughter's hand till three o'clock every
morning, under the impression that three is quarter
of twelve—well, I guess that young fellow will think
he is engaged to the daughter of a thrashing-machine.
