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. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. time—and, therefore, accomplish more work. It will prove an eye-opener to you—^j^ouwill marvel at the easy solution to seemingly difficultquestions. SEND ,POST PAID.$ THE CO., LIMITED TORONTO MONTREAL WriNNIPEG When writing advertisers kindly mention Busy Mans Magazine. 152 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE Going to the Bellinghams to din-ner, was the Why dont yo:ibuy better cigars?^* Robertson looked his friend up anddown. The effect isnt so bad, he that didnt know you mighttake you for a gentleman. But I didntthink you boast
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. time—and, therefore, accomplish more work. It will prove an eye-opener to you—^j^ouwill marvel at the easy solution to seemingly difficultquestions. SEND ,POST PAID.$ THE CO., LIMITED TORONTO MONTREAL WriNNIPEG When writing advertisers kindly mention Busy Mans Magazine. 152 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE Going to the Bellinghams to din-ner, was the Why dont yo:ibuy better cigars?^* Robertson looked his friend up anddown. The effect isnt so bad, he that didnt know you mighttake you for a gentleman. But I didntthink you boasted an evening-suit. I dont, said Trescott. Theseduds are yours. Well, of all the gigantic cheek But I didnt come down to talkabout that. I want to know if youlllend me your umbrella; its raining. Ill see you in Jericho first! saidthe indignant Robertson. Oh, very well! said Trescott. Itsfor your benefit, you know; I only to protect your togs. And, with a choking^ gasp, Robertsonhanded over his best, gold-mounted rain-( ASKING PAPA. The Modern : How-dye-do-old-boy sortof style. Bronzed by foreign suns, he enteredthe office of his colleague, but the cash-iers chair as vacant. Is Mr. Smith out? he asked, anxi-ously. I am an old friend of his. No, sir/ returned the clerk. Mr. Smith is not out. He wont be out forieii years. Here the clerk smiled grimly. The firm is out, though, he wenton, fifteen thousand pounds exactly. An old colored mammy, of Charleston,South Carolina, who had never seen anymodern street cars (this was many yearsago), visited some relatives in Savan-nah, Georgia, after the introduction ofthe trolley lines. So great was her won-der and delight, that she exclaimed,with genuine African enthusiasm : My Lawd ! De Yankees done manci-pate de niggers, and now dey mancipatede mule ! Russian Official: You cannot stayill this country, sir. Traveler: Then, of course, I willleave :t. Have you a permit to leave? No, sir. Then I must tell yon that you caa-i!o
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