Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . A wholedollar was a liberal allowance when the circumstances ofCharleys family were fully considered. So on the morn-ing after he had done his shopping he was asked by hisfather to give an account of the dispensation of hiswealth. Well, said Charley thoughtfully, I spent tencents for candy, ten cents for more candy, ten cents forpeanuts, ten cents at the lectric theatre, and ten centsmore at the lectric theatre another day when I tookEddie Brown in with me. Thats fifty of it, commented his father, who hadbeen keeping count on h
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . A wholedollar was a liberal allowance when the circumstances ofCharleys family were fully considered. So on the morn-ing after he had done his shopping he was asked by hisfather to give an account of the dispensation of hiswealth. Well, said Charley thoughtfully, I spent tencents for candy, ten cents for more candy, ten cents forpeanuts, ten cents at the lectric theatre, and ten centsmore at the lectric theatre another day when I tookEddie Brown in with me. Thats fifty of it, commented his father, who hadbeen keeping count on his fingers. Go ahead. Then I matched dimes with Eddie after the show,an he got all I had left but one. Yes, and that one, prompted his father. Youhave it yet, I suppose? No, I aint, said Charley. But what became of it? persisted his father. After a profound study of a few moments, Charleyanswered, 1 dono, paw; but it may be that I spent just thatone ten cents foolishly, somehow. The Latest. 4i ¥VE just taken offices in a New York skyscraper. N I What stratum?. When Experts Disagree. INE men had reached a ripe old age. And yet were hearty, hale and offered an opinion sage Of how he chanced to live so long. IN LUCK. How did Santa Glaus treat ye this year ? Fust rate. Jeff Colson brought back that gun he borrowed, I foundmy old jack-knife in the woodshed, my taxes wuz redooced four dollars,an Aunt Eliza wrote to say she couldnt visit us. Im eighty-one, the first one said; I live on vegtables and bread. But had I eaten meat instead Id now be numbered with the dead. Tut, tut, my friend! the second cried. Why, meats the food to put insideTo make you tried it fourscore years and notice how its pulled me views are wrong. It doesnt matter what I eat, Spoke up the man of eighty-three. V/hat keeps me well Ill gladly tell— No liquor ever entered me! Excuse my smile, said number four. And from a flask they watched him pour A half a glass and t
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