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Show JUST FOR FUN A Motorcycle Parade. The Curbstone Club members were discussing the speed of motorcycles when the ancient carpenter, who had Just conn In, joined In the conversation. conversa-tion. "Talkine about motorcycles," he said. "I took a count of them In front of my house the other evening. "I noticed that a continual string of them scorned to coming by the place, so I started In counting. ,"IJy the time I had reached 9S7 I made a peculiar discovery. I happened happen-ed to notice a mark of the tire of the wheel that It was the same motorcycle that I had been tallying. "The rider vent so fast round and round the block that I mistook him for a paradc."Voungstown Telegram. Far From Upright. Reilly and Coran were "having !t out" They had been deadly enemies for years, but neither had offered to lay hands on tht other up to now, both of them somewhat afraid of the Issue. Before they commenced, it was stipulated that it was to be a fa'r "stand-up" fight and with that they fctarted. Coran had It ho.s own way. from the beginning; he kept knocking Reilly clown and down again, until that worthj was about sick of It. Ho turned t the bystanders and 6ald: "Sure, an' wasn't It to lo a fair stand-up stand-up fight?" "It was." returned an onlooker. 'An' 'ow. thin, can he he expectln' me tor foight Mm fairly If he do be knockln' uic down all tho time?" Ideals. Her Inconvenient Wait. "I had a most delightful time last Bummer." gushed Miss Nolling, ''but I was dreadfully inconvenienced at Laflandville waiting for my trunk. I went there by the N T, C so a to Like advantage of the Bcencry along the route, but I had to scud by trunk on the slow P. C. nnd E" "But why couldn't ou have sent your trunk on the N. T. C, too?" mur-I mur-I mvircd Miss Sterling. "Because," explained MUs Nolling. glad to show her superior knowledge. ' I learned from a friend of mine that the X. T. C. Is not a trunk line." Brooklyn Life. I I Her Comeback. ' The train was almost crowded nnd ' the poor mother was gently tossing the haliy up and down in her arms in a vain endeavor to stop Its crying. As the car slowed down at the stopping place the conductor looked In the door and shouted: "Ccorge's Cros.v" "Yes, and perhaps if you wert cutting cut-ting your teeth you'd be cross, too," the lady with the baby replied sharply. sharp-ly. Tit-Bits. |