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Show Kij-lit Geriiuiu Jokea. A Sunday hunter has actually at lost, to his own astoiiiHlimtnt, sliot a liare. Hearing it home ho see3 a game dealer, from whom ho was in tho habit of baying bay-ing what ho pretended to have killed, standing at the door of his storn. Ho shows him the trophy in great glee. 'Don't talk to me," cried tho dealer angrily, "don't talk to ;ne about shooting shoot-ing it. You've bought it, I guebs, from that other dealer up the ttreet." "Why, Cousin Carl, you look very often at tho clock!" "Still you don't suspect from that that I am wearied of your company?'' "Oh, no; not that. I merely suspect your watch must be in pawn." In the marriage bureau. "And besides," be-sides," continues the agent, "she has another an-other remarkable virtue. Sho can keep silent." "Shall I count that as so much gold';" inquired the customer. "Now tell me, dear baron, who do you think was the prettiest girl at tho ball last night?" "Ah, my lady, you will pardon me, 1 know, if I say I cannot tell." "1 understand. Oh, vou flatterer!" Professor How is it that you could dare say behind my bac that 1 looked ! like Methusaleh? j "I confess I did say it, professor, lint I only like Methusaleh when ho wad 1 youns." I ! "ITow old are you?" j "Twenty." j "1 beg pardon, madam, but this ill ' 1801, not 71." ! I "It's horrible the way your boy spells," : daid the teacher. i "He can't help that, poor fellow," waa ! the mother's reply; "it's an heirloom. Ho j inherited that from his grandfather." i "Do you buy books here?" asked thfc j student, offering a volume of college ! sonis to the dealer, j "Yes, sir, hut only whole libraries." ! "Well, that's my whole library." Fliegende Blatter. |