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Show JUST FOR FUN Dllaa Carman told at a dinner In New Yoik. a story about James Rus-stll Rus-stll Lowell and a had hoy. "A Boston woman," said Mr. Carman, Car-man, "asked Lowell to write In her autograph album and the poet, complying, com-plying, wrote the line: " 'What Is to rare ae a day In June?" "Callln? at this woman's house a few dayu lattr, Lowell idly turned th.; rages of tho album until he came to hm own aut.Tanh. l'.eneath it was written in a childish scrawl: "'A Chinaman with whiskers!" SU Louis Globe-Denncrat. Looklnq Out for Hlmelf. a youDg man this evening. Is It urgent? ur-gent? Mary No. mum, It ain't. He's mo own gent. London Sketch. Anything But Quiet. Mrs. A. There goes Mrs. Green. Tbey Bay ehe Is such a quiet dresser. dress-er. ' Mrs. Z. Quiet? You should hear her carrying on when her hushan j Is buttoning her waist In tho back. Chicago News. Elaborate Rovonge. 'Taw wasn't that a horrible , dinner?" din-ner?" "It was, Tommy." "Hut you handed the waiter a dime when wo went away. What did you do tbat for?" "I wanted to convey the idea to him, Tommy, as delicately as possible, poss-ible, that If he'd brought us a good feed It would have been a half dollar." dol-lar." Chicago Tribune. A Kanfnn sat on the beach at Atlantic At-lantic City watching a fair and very fat bather distorting In the eurt. He knew nDthing of tides, and he did not notice that each succeeding wave I came a little closer to his feet. At I last an extra big wave washed over: his shoe. top?. "Hey, there!'' he yelled at the fair, fat bather. "Quit yer Jumpin" up anil c'.uwn! D'ye want to uruwn nii?" K cry body's. Heard on a Street Car. "Forgut to wind my alarm last night. "And so overslept yourself, eh " "No, sir! Would you believe It, the surprise of not hearing It go off woke me quick aa a wink?" Boston Transcript. Angry With the Minister. Mrel; lan observing stranger) Why Is it th:it so many of the men In your t"vn froras to bear a grudge aiT:'ni the mloUter? Hachelor la knowing resident) Why. h 's the man who married t h o m C h i c a g o N w s . Not the Cooks. Mltrcss (who has received a broad hint tliut an extra "evening hoft" will br welcomed) Crok tells me. Mary, that you want to go out with |