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Show JUST FOE FUN : Still Room For Doubt.-A Doubt.-A Western editor of national re-puto re-puto who had a plnccro love for real art .was talking to a crowd of newspaper news-paper men at one of tho Now York clubs the other evening on what he classed as "6camped" work so-called Impressionistic pictures that were merely rough and hurried sketches, and so-called portraits that boro no true likeness to their originals. "As an Instance," said he, "I know a man here in New York who had hln portrait painted lat year. It cost him $4,00o, and he was very proud of it. When It came be Ehowcd It to tho cook. " 'Well, Man said nt 'how do you like this portrait?' " 'Sure, 6or.' beamed the co6k, with true Irish loyalty, 'It's lovely." It's certainly beautiful, lt'n moro than that, sor. It's divine.' " 'And. of course.' paid tho man, you know who it Is.' " -Oh, of course I do, sor.' quickly responded the cook. 'Of course, of course.' Ab 6he 6aid this ho drow closer and closer to the picture, studying study-ing it more intently. 'Of course, sor," ho added, 'it's you or tho mistress?' mis-tress?' Ladles' Home Journal Charitable. "Why arc you bo sad, my poor man?" aekod the housewife, pausing a moment from her house-cleaning "Ah. mum," sighed the tired tramp, "T can't help being sad when I th.nk of dls cold, cold world. I asked de woman down de street for a night's lodging, and Phe says I could sleep In her bin or anthracite. You wouldn't be so cruel, would you, mum?" "No. indeed, mv poor man. If you will shake these two rugs I'll let you sleep In my bituminous bin. That la soft coal, you know." Chicago News. Something Wanting. Two-year old Harry had never seen a live lamb, his only knowledge of that animal relng derived from a toy ono on wheels. While visiting grandpa grand-pa on the farm be was taken to tho sheep pen to see tho lambs. After looking at tbem for a few minutes he looked up at grandpa with a puzzled puz-zled expression nnd asked "Where's tho whetls?" The Delineator. Which 's Different. The editor v trying to placate an Ind'TiTt 'aten.nn. "Ajl yyfi cflM ntyuit you in the paper. pa-per. Mr KrnVnH1:," he asnred him. "was that you seemed to have an In-adcujMp In-adcujMp sense of proportion." "Not by a lnmed slgM!" roared the en'ler. "Wht you said about me was that I seemed to hare an Inade-o"3lo Inade-o"3lo proportion of sense!" Chicago Tribune. A Never F?H'"q Supoly. The fond husband wrs ser-ing his wife off with the chl'dren for their summer vacation in the countrv. As she got into the train, he said. "My der. won't you take 6ome fiction to read?" "Oh. no!" she renond,d sweetly, "I rhall denend unn vour letters from home." London Tattler. A Pemlevlng Publication. "Dat cooU- brk mean all right," sa'd Miami Brown, reflectively "but I net it pits me into trouble yet." "WhPt's the trouble?" " "Bout every page it favs like six eg?s. Now de quectlon is, who i3 I gwineter tako 'em f'urn?" Washington Washing-ton Star. The Old and The New. There never was a bird that flew 60 high But ho had to come down for food by and by; And man may 6oar in his flying machine, ma-chine, But he must come down for gasoline. gaso-line. ' Chicago Tribune. The Mill That Never Stops. I Figg Talking about pugill?m and state laws, did you ever notice It? I Fogg Ever notice what? Fl?g That there's no law to prohibit pro-hibit fighting In the state of matri- I mony Boston Transcript. |