Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . A Fabie. AS THEY came out of church, so impressedwas Brown with the Rev. Dr. Bishops dis-course on the problems of life in this sad worldthat he could not forbear exclaiming, Beauti-ful, beautiful! Said his wife, I think you are a very poorjudge. The rim is entirely too large, and thoseflowers are very, very unbecoming! Not Such a Good Hand. Judge— What have you to say as to thecharge that, while the husband of one woman,you married three others? Bigamist— Simply this: that having four ofa kind isnt what it is cracked up to be.
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . A Fabie. AS THEY came out of church, so impressedwas Brown with the Rev. Dr. Bishops dis-course on the problems of life in this sad worldthat he could not forbear exclaiming, Beauti-ful, beautiful! Said his wife, I think you are a very poorjudge. The rim is entirely too large, and thoseflowers are very, very unbecoming! Not Such a Good Hand. Judge— What have you to say as to thecharge that, while the husband of one woman,you married three others? Bigamist— Simply this: that having four ofa kind isnt what it is cracked up to be. Police. Jonesby—That Chicago man who slept twoweeks was arrested yesterday. Smithson — What was the charge againsthim? Jonesby— Impersonating an officer. BY SHOULDER cold and marble heartFull oft my love was the greatest chill 1 knew not tillI got the tilted RUSHING patriot—Golly! thatbeats firecrackers ail holler. ^l>) PAINTING THE LILY. Jealous He—What makes his lips sweeterthan mine ? SAt—Chocolate. Jealous He— Huh I Hes mean—he eats itall himself. S/ie— Possibly. But I get the flavor whenhe kisses me ! Her Testimonial By Norman H. Crowell SHE WAS tall, bony, and evidently strong, for asthe pill agent came up to the door she was in thelast stages of heaving a half-grown Newfound-land dog out of the rear window. The agentcoughed slightly as he witnessed this feat of arms, andpassed the remarkthat it was a fineday, although itlooked like a frostwas due. Yere right,stranger — haintd i s p u t i n youthar, nohow, said the woman,as she wiped thedog-hair off herhands and ap-proached the door. The agent tilt-ed his hat backwith a profession-al gesture andplaced his elbowfamiliarly againstthe jamb of thedoorway. Madam, hesaid, in a far-away voice, thelast time I had thepleasure of look-ing upon yourform, now
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