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Show Till Next Week Hap The geologist thinks nothing noth-ing of a thousand years. Sap Goshl I lent one ten dollars dol-lars last night. Discretion The teacher had been trying to Inculcate the principles of the golden rule. "Now, Tommy,"' she asked, "what would you do supposing a boy struck you?" "How big a boy are you supposing?" suppos-ing?" demanded Tommy. OII.FOB A STEAM SHOVEL "Goshl I'll have to dig all day to plant that bulb." At the Count of Ten "That letter don't seem to have pleased you tny," said the trainer to the heavyweight champion. cham-pion. "It ain't," said the boxer. "It's from a firm what wants to place an advertisement on the soles of my shoes." Chameleon-Like "I've a bookkeeper in my office who has gone gray in my service." "That's nothing. I've a typist In my office who has gone black, brown, blond, platinum, and Titian Ti-tian red in my service." |
