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Show Poets are born and most of the great ones are dead. Women waste n lot of powder when the enemy Isn't In sight. Many a fellow Is a goner before he-has he-has had n chance to be u comer. Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good. Landor. Old friends are best, but ninny a. wuman deludes herself with the idea that the Is too youn to have any old friends. Advantage. Stella Has that summer resort any views? Uella Kr no, but It Is close to the moonlight. Persuasion. "What made Mr. Chugglns buy an automobile?" "Ills wife persuaded him by ralllnit his attention to the economy of having hav-ing gasoline on hand to clean g'oves with." Washington Star. Between Girls. "I believe I'll break my enrng'-merit enrng'-merit to Cholly. He can't really lov me." "Why not?" "He writes such hort letters. lxok at this only seven puges." Why They Went. As the Sunday school teacher entered en-tered her classroom, sh saw lenvlng In great haste a little girl and her still smaller brother. "Why, Mary, you aren't going away?" she exclaimed In surprise. "Pleathe, Mlth Anne, we've got to to," was the distressed reply. "Jimmy 'th thwallowed hiih collection." Llp-plncott's. Llp-plncott's. Two Enough for Her. He was a small boy with a dark, eager face and be was waiting at the end of the line of right or ten persons per-sons for a chance to make his wanta known to the librarian. When his turn came he Inquired briefly: "Have you got 'Twenty Thousand Ixgs I n-dor n-dor the Sea'?" "No," responded the librarian a little lit-tle snappishly, for she was tired. "I'm thankful to say I've only got two. They're not under the sea!" Voice of Conscience. A western Kentucky negro was la Jail awaiting trial for Healing a calf. His wife called to see him. On ber way out tho Jailer, whose name was Grady, halted her. "Mandy," he Inquired, "have you got a lawyer for Jim?" "No. sah." said his wife. "Kf Jim i was guilty I'd git him a 1awer right away; but he tells me he ain't guilty. and s.o, of ro'se, I ain't aimln' to hire j none." "Mr. Grady." came a voice from the ceils above, "you tell dat nigger wom-! wom-! an down thar to Kit a lawer -and git a dam' good one, too!"- Saturday ' Kvenlng Post. |