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Show PUT END TO SLEEP WALKING Sure Cure Offered Without Fee Just Sprinkle a Few Tacks on the Floor Before Retiring. Somehow the conversation drifted round to tho subject of dreams, from dreams to nightmares, from nightmares night-mares to somnambulism. "A rotten habit, walking In one's sleep!" remarked Mr. Ilrown, the villas vil-las humorist "Io any of your fellows fel-lows suffer from It?" Young Smithson, who had always had a horrid but unfounded fear that he was delicate, rose to the occasion 1 Immediately, , ,! "Yes, I do," be remarked, "and have j done so for years. D'you know any ' remedy?" "Do I know any remedy? I should Jolly well think I do!" replied the humorist. hu-morist. "Why, 111 give you the pre- j script Ion now, and you can take it round to an Ironmonger." "Atj Ironmonger?" I Young Smithson thought that his j ears must be playing tricks with him. "Yes, an Ironmonger," said Hrovn Then he wrote out tho following i prescription: "One box of tlntacks Dose: Two tableypoonfuls to be scat- ' tered about the room at bedtime." t Militant Spirit. 1 We were lined up at the booking office window, taking our places, la front of me was a burly man. All went well until a woman broke the j line and planked her twopence in front of the burly man. Tbe mnn swept It aside. "Pro always taught , my wife." he said, "to be polite lo ! gentlemen." "I'm very glad I am not j ymir wife." said the woman. Tbe man In front of me took bia ticket and ; said, as he moved on, "I took that precaution some years ago." I-ondco j Chronicle. I , ( No Facilities. j They say that Cupid strikes the j match that sets the world aglow. Hut ; here does Cupid strike tbe match? i that's what I'd like to know." Cornell j Widow. j |