
A family living in an apartment house in the suburbs of a large city had a cat to which they were very much attached. One day the catt got sick and finally died. As there was no rear yard to their home in which to bury the cat, father was forced to wrap the cat up in a newspaper and take it with him, being carefully reminded by mother to toss the bundle from the train window when en route to his work.
Father placed his bundle upon the baggage rack over his seat, but struck up a conversation with a fellow commuter and forgot to toss the bundle out the window. He took the package on to his office thinking that he would dispose of it on his way home that evening. But again he got to talking to someone on the train on the train, forgot about the cat, and still had the bundle under his arm when he arrived home. His wife scolded him about it and father promised to take care of the matter the next day. But once more his memory failed him. W hen for the third time he arrived home still carrying the bundle, poor mother became quite angry.
"You've got to dispose of that cat right now." said she. "Put it in the furnace right now as the fireman is seldom there at this hour."
Well, father decided perhaps he'd better take it to the basement and put it in the furnace , but as he lifted the bundle from a table it fell open, and lo and behold there was--a boiled ham!****
Love is an ocean of emotions, entirely surrounded by expenses--Lord Dewar