Wasted Sweets
Wasted
Sweets
A Candidate canvassing
his district met a Nurse wheeling a Baby in a carriage, and, stooping,
imprinted a kiss upon the Baby’s clammy muzzle. Rising, he saw a Man, who
laughed. “Why do you laugh?” asked the Candidate. “Because,” replied the Man,
“the Baby belongs to the Orphan Asylum.”
“But the Nurse,” said the Candidate—“the
Nurse will surely relate the touching incident wherever she goes, and perhaps write
to her former master.” “The Nurse,” said the Man who had laughed, “is an inmate
of the Institution for the Illiterate-Deaf-and-Dumb.”
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