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Curiosity Only
AN elderly farmer from the border .'of the
country wandered into a town dry-good 1 store
where a sale in nightshirts was in progress.
Picking up one of the garments, he gingerly
loosened its folds, curiously inspecting it.
"Can I sell you a nightshirt?" asked the
salesgirl.
"No," said the farmer, his articulation somewhat
impeded by a "chew", '-you couldn't sell
me one, but they do say ther/'s thousands that
wear 'em."
Two Rules for a £lappy Family
1. Mother the baby.J
2. Baby the mothe?.
Tne Limit
"Do YOU think *, man's wife ought to go to
his office?" e
"Why, I woul] just as soon think of taking
my stenographed home with me."
A Qu.-stion of Understanding
"No BACFELOR can understand a woman," declared
Mrr. Stubkins.
"Huh, you don't say so!" replied Stubkins,
with a s' ort. "What else in the world do you
suppos^makes a man a bachelor?"
»V £
r In 1950
WE STYLE—"Why did they discharge their
cook ?"
GUNBUSTA—"Every night they found her in
the hangar on their roof courting a biplane
cop."
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She Knew Better
MICKY FLANIGAN came home one day sniffling.
"Ye got licked!" cried his mother with conviction.
"Naw, I didn't neither, maw," Micky retorted.
"But the doctor was at our school
today, tryin' to find out if there was anything
the matter with any of us, an' he says I got
ad'noids."
"Ad'noids? What's them?" Mrs. Flanigan
demanded.
"They're things in your head, maw, what has
to be took out," said Micky in a doleful tone.
"He's a liar," Mrs. Flanigan cried hotly,
"an' it's me that isn't afraid to tell 'im so. I
finecomb your head iv'ry Sattaday night, an'
•' f 's niver a ad'noid kin I find !"
An Animated Hat
THE Taihr has the following account of a
nearsighted old gentleman who lost his hat in
a sudden gale. The old gentleman started in
pursuit of his fast-disappearing headpiece, and
finally thought that he saw it in a yard behind a
high fence. Scrambling over with great difficulty,
he started to chase it, but each time he
thought he had caught it it seemed to move
away. Then a woman's angry voice broke on
his ears.
"What are you doing there?" she demanded
shrilly.
He explained mildly that he was only trying
to retrieve his hat.
"Your hat!" she said. "Well, I don't know
where your hat is; but that's not a hat you're
chasing; it's our little black hen!"