Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . we havent much longer to live. Would youcare to purchase our bodies for your dissecting room?The dean hesitated. It is an odd proposition, he said. But it is occasionally done, said the spokesman in aneager voice. Well, said the dean, we might arrangeit. V/hat price do you ask? Over in Philadelphia,said the spokesman, they gave us forty dollars. Desperate. AN AMERICAN visiting London for the first time was goaded to desperation by the incessant neces-sity for tips. Finally he entered a washroom in hishotel, only to be faced by
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . we havent much longer to live. Would youcare to purchase our bodies for your dissecting room?The dean hesitated. It is an odd proposition, he said. But it is occasionally done, said the spokesman in aneager voice. Well, said the dean, we might arrangeit. V/hat price do you ask? Over in Philadelphia,said the spokesman, they gave us forty dollars. Desperate. AN AMERICAN visiting London for the first time was goaded to desperation by the incessant neces-sity for tips. Finally he entered a washroom in hishotel, only to be faced by a large sign which read, Please tip the basin after using. Never! said the Yankee, turning on his heels, Illgo dirty first. His Hearts Desire. Fastboy— I want to buy something for my grand-fathers Christmas—old Tightpurse, you know. Shopman— Yes, sir. Now, what is your idea—some-thing simple or elegant? Fastboy— Have you any imported Russian bombs? English As She Is Spoke. ««fTS unpossible. I You mean impossible, dont you? I mean that it cant be Explaining Matters. THERQ were some deficiencies in the early educationof Mrs. Donahoe, but she never mentioned them oradmitted their existence. Will you sign your name here? said the younglawyer whom Mrs. Donahoe had asked to draw up a deedtransferring a parcel of land to her daughter. You sign it yoursilf, an Ill make me mark, saidthe old woman quickly. Since me eyes gave out, Imnot able to write a wur-rd, young man. * How do you spell it? he aaked, pen poised abovethe proper space. Spell it whativer way ye plaze, said Mrs. Donahoerecklessly. Since Ive lost me teeth, theres not avur-rd in the wur-rld I can spell. Fair Play. <i ]^AMMA, said the little bov the day after Christ-*~* mas, as he lay in bed and dutifully took theparegoric and other things, you said yesterday that Iought to be sorry for all the pooi little children thatcouldnt have as much candy and cake and things as Igot, didnt you?Yes, dear. Well, do y
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