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Show I JUST FOR FUN H A Storm signal. H For tho first time in his life he B was braving tho perils of the sea, 1 under the heavy handicap oC Irtgh- 1 strung nerves and a weak stom- H ach. Tho old stagers in the smok- H ing-room held him spellbound with H aoul-btlning btorlos of sliipwrcck H and hurricane. Suddenly a sailor H dropped a heavy block upon the M deck. H "What's that?" he cried, paling. H "The barometer's falling," ans- H wered a wag. H I "J-ord help usi" lie moaned, as H ' ho staggered away to his cabin. fl Llppincott's, H Of More Importance. H Betty may not be very worldly H wise, but she is practical She H ( knows enough to take a common H ( sense view of things sentimental as H ' well as material. So, when she lis- ( tencd to thc proposal of the young M man she is fond of, sho couldn't H help saying what she did. M "It you reject me, Betty dear," M he urged in a final appeal, "I shall H never, never love anothor. It will j be thc end." M "And if Iaccept you," sho asked, H ''does the same thing hold good?" H j Philadelphia Times. M Not One Regret. w "Is there anything in your past M that 1b troubling you?" asked the H preacher," as ho bent over the dy- 1 lng man. Hl "No, doctor, 1 have nothing to Hj regret. I never wore a silk hat H 'wlthv a sack coat." Judge. Hi Not So Bad As They Thought. There was a stag party out at Gleu Echo a few nights ago. "Well, George," one of the members mem-bers said to a colored waiter when the party broko up, "I guess we've violated every rulo of tho club tonight, to-night, haven't we?" "Yes, suh," Gedrgc responded, "all but one suh." "What one is that?" tho clubman club-man asked. "They ain't nobody busted the rule against tips, suh," said tho sorrowful George. St, Louis Post-Dispatch. Post-Dispatch. He Got the Pass. "I want a pass." "Pass? You're not entitled to a pass, You arc not an employe. Sorry." "No; but hero tho anti-pass law says free transportation can bo granted to 'necessery caretakers of livestock, poultry and fruit.' A ell, I'm going on this trip with an aunt that's a hen there's your poultry; a girl that's a peach thoro's your fruit; and a nophow that's a mule there's your live stock. Gimme a pass." The Way- Vlcarloiis Relief. Doctor What your husband needs, MrB. Nagget, Is a complete com-plete rest. I have prescribed a sleeping draft. Mrs. Nagget Very well, doctor; when shall I give. It to him? , Doctor Don't givo 'it to. him at all. Take iu yourself! Tho Throne. |