NED'S COMPOSITION ON GOODIES.

Goodies are of two kinds, candy and Irish; but gimme candy. So are potatoes, but I like sweet potatoes best. My brother Fred, he's at college, says he don't like goodies, but he's stuck up, anyhow, and I heard Miss May tell Miss Archer yesterday that she thought Fred real conceited, there now! But Jenny May, that's Miss May's sister, says she's mashed on Fred. How funny. Jenny's a nice girl, only she will tease a feller about kissing people. Well, I never kissed a girl, - 'd'ruther play marbles. I ain't afraid of girls, though, except Jenny, she's so mean. She'll know more when she grows up. Fred, he goes to Harvard. I wouldn't. I'm going to Yale. You can have more fun, and Yale licks, too. Professor Ladd says Yale's old-fogy and one-horse. Humph! How about foot-ball, I'd like to know? Well, I can't think of anything more to write about goodies,

THE END.