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Show JUST FOR FUN The New Yorker. I remember, I remember, Tho flat whore I woa born. The little window whore the inn Did not peep In at morn. Today wo llvo on floor eighteen,' But now 'tis llttlo joy To know I'm closer up to Heaven Than whn I was a boy. Life. Asking Too Much. "Nobody should bo allowed to pur-chaso pur-chaso anything from a pharmacist without a physician's proscription," said the cautious citizen. "Nonsense." replied tho druggist. "You couldn't expect even a doctor to know the correct Ivtln for soda water and chowlng gum." Washing-ton Washing-ton Star. A Suppressed Sense of Humor. "Women have no senso of humor," said the cynic "Oh, yes. they have," replied Miss Cayenne. "They have to suppress It If they didn't thore would bo no mar ilages You have no idea how laughable laugh-able a mnn Is when ho proposes." Washington Star. Burled Hatchets. They burled the hatchet with tender-est tender-est care; Their patlonco no more it should tax And each, when disturbance anew filled tho air. Came back on the scene with an ax. Washington Star. A Hard-Luck Story. "Politeness always pays." "I don't know about that," replied Mr. Hunting Work. "I had a pretty good position as a bIJl collector. But I made myaolf so agreeablo that people peo-ple held out on payments for fear I'd stop calling on them." Washington Star. The Time Had Come. "Mamma," said little Dorothy. "I want some water to christen my doll." "No, dear," replied her mother, ' It's wrong to mako sport of such things " "Then I want aomo wax to waxtn-ate waxtn-ate her. She's old enough to have something done." Exchange. Chic. "I hope that woman's tasto is bettor bet-tor than her French accent," said Mrs. Fllmmins. "What did she Bay?" "She remarked that my new chanticleer chanti-cleer hat was vory chick." Washington Washing-ton Star. Left Under a Cloud. "This Is a pretty tough town, Isn't it?" "Tough? Say, we got up a 6Chemo to hold an 'Old Home Week' here and had to give it up. No former real-dent real-dent could come back without being arrested the minute ho struck tho town." Life. Hla Offense. Mrs. Newly I shall never lot that operator send another telegTam for me. I Just gave him a message for my husband and th first thing tho ofllclous thing did was to read it Lipplncott's Magazine. Oh, Joyl Married Author My dear boy. I cannot buy you a trumpet You would disturb me too much with It Boy But I would only play It when you were asleep, papa! Comic Cuta. The Right Kind. Head of the Family Our firm Is going go-ing to advertise for Bealed proposals. Popular Daughter Oh, don't pa; It's so much better fun to got them personally. Baltimore American. Not Hla Row-Wife Row-Wife John, tbtre'B a burglar going through your pocket9. John All right. You two fight It out between yourselves. Chicago News, |