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Show Inhere Jj ' Hen OUANDARY. A I'ro!t elrymn rtlt on tu tm wu elld upon o m.rry a eoupl. HU catochtwn of tho propetl brlJroom w Mtistaciorr, and ho turned his attention at-tention to tho woman. "HaTayou over been man-lad T" "Yea, air." -Huaband dead?" "No. air.- - -Ara you diroreadr ' . "N no. not exactly, but ra Just aa cood aa divorced. My huaband left me and we never paid the mint later for marrying ua." luda. - WHEN THE 4D WONT START. (Sln thla to the tun of "Amer. tea.") My auto. Hie of the. - Bnort cut to poverty, , - i. Of the I chant. I blew In a pile of doutU On you two yeara aco. , And now you refua to (o. Or won't, or can't. It take bralna to t lifh. hape; but not. obvloualy, to Inherit In-herit rlchea. . TH EJ.A8Ti-eO, : JL "Here wher I t my flnieh," aald the labia aa it wae puahed Into the waxln and pollehlnt room. There are a lot of men her In Salt lk who remind you of tou-peea tou-peea They ara alwaya trylnT to fool other people and never set by with It. A aim in an empty stor In Brooklyn, N. T., reads: "Thla Plare la Now Across the Street." The hobo had aeked the hard faced Salt Lake woman for some-ihlnf some-ihlnf to eat. "Yea" she replied, t "I'll fix yoif eome aupper If you'll aw and aplit eome wood, aweep off the walk, fix that hula In the fence, tidy up the barnyard, and bum that rubbish piled up at the cellar door." "Lady," aald the hob aa he started away, "I'm only a hobo I ain't your husband." Correct this sentence: "Let's not ao to the dance." said the (irl. "It . la so much nicer to ell st home and read aloud to one another." WILLING TO HELPi The portrait painter was In d-spatr. d-spatr. "Madam." h said. "I find It Imv possible 16 procure colore that wlltu ' do .luetic to your exquislt com plexlon." -Well, then." said the sitter. "Just draw the outline today, and when I come next time I'll bring some of my colore for you.,f 0HI "The world owes me a' living. he taid: And then the lasy pup J Went on: "I auees I'll stay in bed f Until they send it up." " 1 ' |