Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . he had aglass eye andwas a man offew words. Youre theboss, Henry. Ialways saidthat you worethe pants inthis I searched thosepants last night, but Ididnt find any. Any what?asked Henry, look-ing at his wife furtively. Pawn tickets! Theodosia —Henrys voice grew deep as he spokehis wifes name— I did not pawn your was it stolen by burglars. late it! What! screamed Mrs. de Verre. Before I inherited my wealth, continued Henry,rising from the table and putting his hand to his fore-head, whil
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . he had aglass eye andwas a man offew words. Youre theboss, Henry. Ialways saidthat you worethe pants inthis I searched thosepants last night, but Ididnt find any. Any what?asked Henry, look-ing at his wife furtively. Pawn tickets! Theodosia —Henrys voice grew deep as he spokehis wifes name— I did not pawn your was it stolen by burglars. late it! What! screamed Mrs. de Verre. Before I inherited my wealth, continued Henry,rising from the table and putting his hand to his fore-head, while the hurdy-gurdy below played jiggly music, I was a glasa-eater in a dime museum. Then I re-formed. Later I married you. But you tempted me!Have been tempting me for the last seven years! Good heavens! With me cut-glass? Yes; I was always used to the choicest of cuts. And in the summer, when you were hot, Henry,you ate the frost Yes, the frosted glass, Theodosia! And in the fall, when you were sick and the doctorsaid that you must eat pills, and Willies mar. HELLO, CENTRAL? Yes, thats what happened to Willies marbles. Oh, that I had done this in time! wailed Theodosia. Why didnt I send for it— Dr. Cuttings CelebratedCure for the glass-eating habit. Put it in hubbys coffeeevery morning. But I will not desert you, in hand we will fight this curse. You shall notsuffer in secret! To-night we dine on isinglass—to-gether! They embrace.(Curtain.) A Long StayExpected.** rVAUGHTER, Ihave a requestto make. All right, pa. I have just woundthat eight-day you please windit again before thatyoung man goes? They Killed Him. Smithson — Poorchap! I understandthat he was clubbedto death. J one sb y— belonged to four, Ithink. His YouthfulStart. JIM COOTES, theold, gray-headedgood-for-nothing and village failure, led the boys downto the red bridge and pointed up the stream to wherea tumbledown sawmill had half fallen in the dam. Thar! said he proudly; up t
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