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Show The Flight of Time. Uncle Rastus lives in a pleasant little lit-tle bungalow on the outskirts of a large town. Wending his way thither on the Saturday evening before Easter he stopped as suddenly as colliding with safety gates and uttered a cry of dismay. Several people hastened up to see what was the matter. On the face of Rastus was an expression of great sadness. sad-ness. "What in the world has happened, Uncle Rastus?" solicitously asked one of the party. '"Have you broken your bottle of gin?" "Yes, sah, boss! Yas, sah!" was the mournful reply of Uncle Rastus, as he pointed to the broken bottle. "Dar' Eastah come an' gone." Lost His Reckoning. One of this world's unfortunates was arrested in Covington for loitering, and when taken before the judge to be dealt with was asked by that official: "My good fellow, do you live in this town?" "Nope," said the prisoner. "Where are you going?" inquired the judge. "To heaven," came the answer. "Take him below," commanded the Judge. "He Is crazy or he never would have come to Covington on the trip he says he Is taking." Quite So. 1 "Now they are advertising dread-naught dread-naught gray. They ought not to drag 1 the various colors into this imbroglio." "What do you mean?" "Gray has always been considered a neutral tint." Kansas City Journal. Quite Happy. "Did the play hae a happy ending?" "Comparatively so. All money was reftinded after the second act." Fun. |