How We Kept Mother’s Day
(After Stephen Leacock)
Of all the different ideas that have been started lately, I think that the very best is the notion of celebrating once a year “Mother’s Day”.
Category: Reading
Violinist In The Metro
A man sat at a metro station in Washington D. C. and started to play the violin [ˌvaɪəˈlɪn]; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Uncle Tom Saves a Little Girl
A large river-boat was going down the Mississippi on its way to New Orleans. One of the passengers on the boat was a young gentleman, St. Clare by name. He had with him a daughter between five and six years of age. The child was so beautiful that people turned and looked after her as she went by.
Five O’clock Tea
If you are invited to an English home, at five o’clock in the morning you get a cup of tea. You must not say ‘Go away’. On the contrary, you have to say, with your best five o’clock smile, ‘Thank you so much. I love a cup of early morning tea, especially early in the morning.’
The Only Child
I was one of six children. I have two younger brothers and three elder sisters. My father was not a wealthy man and we lived in a three-bedroom house, so conditions at home were always quite cramped and there was little privacy. Yet I consider that I was extremely fortunate. The house was on the outskirts of a small town. Meadows, woods and even a friendly stream lay within walking distance of our home.
Scarlett
In 1996, a stray calico cat named Scarlett became a true legend in Brooklyn. When a fire broke out in an abandoned garage, she did the unthinkable — walking through flames five separate times to rescue each of her five kittens.
My Own Social Media
Sir:
I haven’t got a computer, but I was told about Facebook and Twitter and am trying to make friends outside Facebook and Twitter while applying the same principles.
Old Teacher
An old man meets a young man who asks:
“Do you remember me?”
And the old man says no. Then the young man tells him he was his student, and the teacher asks:
“What do you do, what do you do in life?”
The King and the Critic
There was a king who thought that he could paint very well. His pictures were bad, but the people to whom he showed them were afraid of the king. They all said that they liked his pictures very much.
A Laconic Answer
There was a time when the people of Greece were not united but instead there were several states each of which had its own ruler.
Some of the people in the southern part of the country were called Spartans and they were famous for their simple habits and their bravery.