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Show JUST FOR FUN Plenty of Time. "He's a millurylooking young chap " "Ought to be. He's a veteran of nine wars." "Impossible ! Why, he's only 22 years old." "I know; but he once spent six months in South Africa." Cleveland Leader. Wanted to KnOW. "Ah, my friends," said the suffrage orator, "do you ever realize what we men owe to our wives? I am rce fto confess that all that I am my wife has made ine," "Why don't she finish the job?" squeaked a heartless malefactor from the gallery. Harper's Weekly. Comforting Him. "I say, a man of the same name as mine has just been run in for fraud by credit. Iieastly awkward, you know." ' Don't alarm yourself, my dear fellow. fel-low. Every one knows you can't get money on credit at all." Fllegende Blatter. His Experience. I "Jasper," said Mrs. Grigson, who was looking over the morning paper, "here's a story of a woman who was robbed on a street ear In broad daylight, day-light, and yet the-, thief got away unsuspected." un-suspected." Mr Grlgsn said that he had seen the item, but that it was either a typographical ty-pographical error or else the story was a pure invention. "Why do vou say that?" asked his wife "Ixok at the item acaln. It says her purse contained S100 iu currency, doesn't it?" ' "Yes." "It says that there was also a receipted re-ceipted bill for a $j hat, does it not?" "Yes." "Well, no woman with $100 cash In her possession would buy a ?3 hat " Youth's Corapanlcm. No Show for Towser. Billy has reached the ripe ase of 1 years. Miss Goodman was staving at ' his home recently, and one day when I there was chicken for dinner sJie laughingly said that, tn the bosom of I the family, she liked to take the wing In her fingers and pick the bones. As she raised it to her lips Hilly looked ort anxiously. Finally he said politely, po-litely, but with great earnestness: "We thought we'd save the bons for Towser." Woman's Home Companion. Com-panion. Generous. ' Mabel You're awfully stingy. You nevr gave me nnjtldug In your life. Willie I did, too. Last summer I gn you the measles, d.'dn't I? Boston Bos-ton TranscrlpL Not a Case In Point. She (as they encounter a vicious bulldog) Go on, Tercy; you know you said jou would face death for. me. He But he isn't dead. Tattler. Pot-Valla nt. Mrs. Lushman Aren't you ashamed to come hom In this condition? Lushman 'Shamed? Wom'n. I ain't even 'iraid Boston Transcript. There Was a Reason. Mrs Tipple I d.dn't hear you when yon came in last nicht. Mr. Tipple No. and I suppose that is why I didn't hear you. |