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Show JOKER'S JOKE LETS. The blindest people are those who never find out that they cannot be happy in their own way. Ram's Horn. "Do you wish proofs of my love V" "No," she answered, "My negative makes them unnecessary. ' Washington Star. Charlie I pity you, Jack, when I see your creditors pushing you. That is a trouble I never had. Jack So. You probably never had any credit. Kate Field's Washington. Aunt Furby Low (at art store window) Did you ever! Loo k at that little bit ot a picture! It's marked $200. Uncle Si Low (with an air of superiority) That means by the gross. Puck. At the funeral. First friend Yes, Dr. Pellett told him he must take a rest, but Dick kept right on. Second friend But the doctor had his way, after all. He was correct cor-rect in the diagnosis. Boston Transcript. Newwi e Tomorrow is your birthday, darling, and I am going to stop at the jeweler's jew-eler's and buy you a present. Her Hubby Get something cheap, pet, I haven't paid him for my Christmas present yet. Jewelers' Jewel-ers' Weekly. Flossie was her little sister. "Hush," he whispered, droppintr his arm as he heard a footstep. "Somebody will see us." "Oh, that's all right," she said, "it's mamma. Flossie's the only one I'm afraid oi." Detroit De-troit Fre-. Press. "What is a propaganda r' niqam-u tue teacher. The boy looked at the ceiling, wrinkled his forehead, wrestled with the question a minute or two, and answered bravely that he guessed it wn the brother of a proper goose. Chicago Tribune. Speaking of typographical errors, we note in one of our exchanges that an Easter service was advertised to begin at 40:10 o'clock, and the announcement followed that the music would be rendered by a "cavaly choir." Too bad. Chicago Interior. Mamma (reprimanding 3-year-old son, who is flagrantly disregarding table etiquette) If we were at another's table I should be so ashamed of you I would not know where to hide my head. Young Diogenes (not at all abashed) You could put it under the table. Harper1 x Bazar. Boy Life on a Farm. Farmer's Boy Kin I go flshin', dad? Farmer Is th' parstur' fence all laid up? Farmer's Boy Yes, dad; every pauel of it. Kin I go? Farmer Is th' seed corn shelled? Farmer's Boy Ev'ry ear of it. Kin I go? Farmer (reluctantly) Yes; dig yer bait in th' gardqn, 'n throw th' stones up side o' th' fence. Park. |