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Show I JUST FOR FUN H Caught in the Act. mW Transient Was the show last mW night the real thing, as they ad-r mM vertised? mm Undo Ebon Real thing nothing, H i It was a fake. The hoys exposed 1 it. We got hold of the fellow who mM played the villain, and after riding H him around town he finally con- M fessed that ho wasn't no real vll- B lain after nil; just pretendin'. H LfpplncotL's. H A Tame Story. H First Commuter 1 nought this 1 book "What He Told His Wife," at Hl a news-stand. Thought it might be mM spicy. M Second Commuter You're off. If H it -were the title would bo "What MM Ho Didn't Tell His Wife." Baltl- H more Amorlcan. H Not Interested. H "Ever given any study to tho Ba- H conian theory'?" H "Not much," replied the theat- H rical manager. "They're good plays H vull rig lit, but it makes no differ- H ence who wrote 'em. You could H , not put tho author under contract Bf tor any more." Washington Star. Bjl No Need for Understudy. HBJI V "I'm afraid," whispered tho sou- 1 brette, "I'll 'not be able to appear H tonight. You better get my under- M study to prepare to go on in my M -plaeo.--Yoi see how hoarse I am." H "Understudy, nothin'," replied H the manager. "You ain't goln' to M have, to wrap red flannel around H j . :ryonr logs,- aro you?" Chicago H ' ' . Re'cord-Horald. m i s, Tantalizing. " The trong minded dame was narrating the experiences she had undergone while on a recent slumming slum-ming expedition. v. '"Tho sights witnessed In that low doggery," she said, "are indescribable. inde-scribable. "That's too bad!" murmured Miss Gushlelgh, "I should so lovo to hear you descrlbo them!" Chicago Chi-cago Tribune. How He Was Hurt. Sunday School Teacher An when the prodigal son camo home, what happened, Tommy? Tommy His father ran to meet hlni and hurt himself. Sunday School Teacher Why; where did you get that? Tommy It said his father ran and fell on his neck. I bet it would hurt you to fall on your neck. Judgo. An Obstructed Order. Owens How do you do, Mr. Shears. What can you show mo in the way of & new suit today? His Tailor Your bill, sir that is decidedly in the way of a now suit. Boston Transcript. No Terrors for1 Him. "If hell is a furnace," remarked Mr. Subbubs, "and it works anything any-thing like the furnace at my house, I'm going to din tho dad-blatted,, dod-rotted, jing-blddled placorallt r want to, fdrtJ'nr In nodangbK'' ' -r-BoBton Advertiser. |