Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . ncredulityand scorn increasing. Was it an egg plum he pulledout, or just one of these little yellow ones? Oh, I dont know, Bobby. What kind of a kid was he, anyhow, stickin histhumb in his pie? Guess if Id stick my thumb in mypie Id get it whacked, wouldnt I, pa? I think you would, Bobby. And what was he sittin way off in a comer for?Didnt his folks have any chairs, pa ? Or washe hidin cause he didnt want to give his little sisterany of his pie ? Wheres yourmother, Bobby? Goask her. Andhima-brag-gin about what abrave boy he was
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . ncredulityand scorn increasing. Was it an egg plum he pulledout, or just one of these little yellow ones? Oh, I dont know, Bobby. What kind of a kid was he, anyhow, stickin histhumb in his pie? Guess if Id stick my thumb in mypie Id get it whacked, wouldnt I, pa? I think you would, Bobby. And what was he sittin way off in a comer for?Didnt his folks have any chairs, pa ? Or washe hidin cause he didnt want to give his little sisterany of his pie ? Wheres yourmother, Bobby? Goask her. Andhima-brag-gin about what abrave boy he was,just for pullin aplum out of a pie!Rats! I wouldnt beafraid to pull a doz-en plums big as mynew drum out ofone, would I, pa? No, no, BobbyYou wouldnt. Nowrun along and be areal good boy. Little Bobby saidhe would, and hewent out and wassoon pelting the pass-ers-by with hardsnowballs. ED MOTT. No Fault of theCook. I^AfHILE visiting Chicago re-cently, a New Yorkmerchant dropped in-to a restaurant fa-mous for its Germancookery. As the waiter was?erving the soupI. THE URCHINS- VIEW OF A BOSTON DANCE. Goih, Bill I the has got a naked neck, and talking to a man I from a chafing dish, the guest thought he caught theglint of steel. He gave little heed to the matter untilhe suddenly found a large needle in his spoon. Sum-moning the steward, he held aloft the offending bit ofsteel, and inquired angrily, Do you expect me to eat that, sir? Of course not! What was your order? Noodle soup; but • That explains it, sir, interrupted the steward. Just a typographical error, thats all. Rubbery. A FRUIT-CAKE which weighed just a to me as they passed it accepted an oz.,And, to see if twould it down. It returned on rebb. The Diagnosis. /^LD Mother Confidence lay gasping for breath by the^?^ roadside. Ah, ha! said the Liquor Dealer, with a savageleer. Too much prohibition. No, no! Too much rate regulation, said the Rail-road Man. Not enough adulteration, said the Food Manu
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