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Show - 1 v 11 HERE'S WHERE THE LAUGH COMES IN CHEER UP1 ) Our mothers are eleven; , 'Round every door there's room for more, And we are sixty-seven." And then I left In dumb dismay . The maid with eyes like heaven; But as I left I heard her say, "And I'm the oldest, by the way. Of- all the sixty-aeven." Council Bluffs Nonpareil. GKAIfDDATJGHTEB GOOSE. York Sun. -' . " T.lttle Boy Blue was blowing his horn. - ' It's the only thing to do," he lisped. TIf you don't hare a press agent nobody Lphts of you." - Herein we see tha early origin of the . fu.iom. r The Old Woman who lived in a shoe "f nlunteered the reason. - . "It was the only apartment I could find '.at wasn't ruled by a Janitor," she alL IHtle Jack Horner sat In a corner. ' ' ""' "I'm only waiting," he explained. "As soon as sister's beau comes I'm going to ' get under the sofa." "Fame, however, snapshotted hlmhe--fore he accomplished his purpose. WOESB THAN HESSUS' SHIST". 1 . . . - 1 New Tork Sun. Hercules was donning the ahlrt of Nss- sus. "Yes," he remarked, "this may be pols- ( , onous, but it won't saw me like the one that came back from the laundry!" I With a despairing glance at the frayed edges, he chose the lessetv evil. "WE ARE SIXTY-SEVEN" I met a little Mormon girl; ' .. . She was Just elahteen, she said. Her hair was dressed with one big curl That dangled from her head. s Bhe had a simple way, and bland; Her speech was soft snd cool,. And in her honest, wisespread hand Bhe bore a milking stooL ..." '"How many children, little maid. Are in your family?" "How many? Sixty-seven," she aald. And shyly looked at me. - Her hasel eyes to mine she raised. And thert she cast them down. "I id not ask," I said, amaied, "The census cf your town. y "How many children 'round yonr door Disport in childish glee?" -"Just sixty-seven," the said one more, And smiled again, at me. "Forty of us at Provo dwell; At 0"1en there are nine; The a-iod ship Jane, they safl her well ,Twtlve brothers, dear, of mine." "I se st lat Your meaning's clear, Fald 1. with laus'-.ter merry; 1 "It Is an orjhana , my dear, . Or a lemaie aei-aary?" "Vv f-io-er Hn1 is !-a1ng near, 'lie I i tie ni 1 rep.ied; a lepn to roam; he's bringing home AnoU.er brand-r,ew tride. "V.'l h father dear we dwell at peace; . . ' . 4 ' JTTST SO. " ' ' ' Puck. - ' Little Clarence fwbo is cursed with an 4 inquiring mind) Pa, what is misery? Mr. Calipers Misery, my son. is a pea- i slmlst's Idea of fun. . ' urn systzil T-Judge. "Yes, my wife broke me of smoking," iavn the and-eyf-J man. - "She did?" eed the friend. "How did ? he po about it?'' ; - broke me," explains the first man. i-xh.okir.? a receipted bill for two spring i nnets and four ireationa from Paris, " . I ' ' C02Jni5ZlTC3. Washington Evening Star. "Some of the smartest people hsve te leant money, haven't they Charley, dear?" sai l young- Airs. Torklns. "What made you think of that?" . V "You. There ian't any one who can tell which race horse outrht to win any better than you can." Washington Evening Star. cm viutt" cr it. ' ta C'-,'t''''Jt'oi. i e iTct'em In your relgh- . '., : r . . i:r.s?" . f , ;t i s' arciur. cms er . i vua ...l tea r.:: : s i .... . " |