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SPRING STYLE OF HUMOR. Ar a considerable outlay of time and talent and harmless varietic funny stories, and li found it few coy and chastened samples, which we pte tu serve ters (sv to speak) for humer- ous mothers, Some of the at the ki senator fro pointed to till an unexpired term. Hut and bloom of novelty was se raway back inthe time of Ptolemy L. untiquated literary rounders of the work them off yearly on to the comic papers but still we have ne them to the cv E contributors, ways. When in vou on one side of the paper the pen with both hand injure the texture o| the other sic Or, if it is not up to ¢ ndard, we will let on which to photograph g We will now call your ater TAKING DOWN TILE PARLOR STOVE. = then, Maria,” cheerily remarked “we will just takedown that it away in'the woodshed, 3 which you ean bathe it in coal oil to prevent rust and moth.” + Do you suppose we can get it down all “ventured Mrs, Tulruifle, distrustfally tsand ion to alone 7 somewhat smiled Tulruffle, his bh wand his evebrows workin pwn with enthusiasm, ht down, Maria, and PU busine: jown myself. Watch me g alruifle, and a bitter pers¢ conilict ensued, which resulted in’ losing his grip and taking an abrupt chair, thence roll- L gaily over upon him banged his bal yelled TulraMe to his feet, aring dazedly around. “Did you throw that rocking-chair at- me, my dear,” sweetly replied his wife; “you started to take down the stove, uw know, and you were going to do it all ur fingers word, but, with | of determinatic alked for- ain clutched the innoc ned teeth he inden ely, to suii the purpose of the ‘Tulruttte wind bis arms about th mur sweet grunt halge out, and b Mr. Tulnuttle in the ea pipe fall down and fll T they had to burn him ou 1a chimp Also vary the monotony of the affair by maki m fi his bald bead that you are on terms iarity with Tul ruffle, and if the realer happens to be bald himself, | ighty f nt stove. tyle of sketch can be drawn out | wthor, Have we, and. mur. 1 strain and lift pender buttons tly off and take nd then have the ste it will strike him as bein y.] out the len Spring-time a r symphony with the the far-oif coo of the milkman, + Orlando-o-o-h 2” Naught but the echo of her own sweet s floating back to the fair creature who stands in an attitude of ¢ 3 E wainst the broom-handle, with beth Jd apron tied around uch a pretty picture, an, arrayed ula ve voice cor off behind ukes a pretty picture, tos ‘ous to get off toa suMleient distance that he may survey it with the Again the musical voice rings out, but it has changed a little, this ti in tone. It Ww pitehed about as high asthe recently- d the man skulking er of the barn !eome r nd pick up that broom i id if you try next half-hour Here I work until night, ‘ 1 blow about your “pull in the 2” and when your } werworked wife usks you to do a little thing like beating the parlor carpet, you try to slink out o' Ugh ! you brute With pale, haggard features the man walk ed back, and, pausing in front of the di g carpet, he mechanically: | up the bri Thud {Nor you'll find out what's what ! and from mornit while you | thud ! By work! the sk he man him, third whack ad, lifted chine, | WAIL RIE LES a Boston mother to her irl of * said more or less beautiful who w would st of mutton. * Mother!” exelaimed the Mashing dreadfully, **T would rather dic * Well, get a loin of veal: T lar. “Mother !!” she yipped in the test _ what onli the butcher man think butcher's a Oh, well.” said the old lady, ** 1 will go myself, but [think vou are lish,” wife “Wet, my dear,” said the heavy stock speculator, as they sat dinner, * has fortune favored you te ‘ indeed,” was the satisfact« *T made a cool half million on the Western Union alone.” * Well, think, then, vou on the plumber’s bill a lithe: he w last week.” Ht to reduce Tis is the poetry of motion,” who was roller-skating with her fellow then she slipped and slid the whok of the hall on her spinal ation wicked man that he was, he ejaculated, - and don’t you said girl Just length and, HOUSE HUNTING. Lapy (on her rounds). —" Here is a room with a lovely closet ; let me look into it (Jones. who was shaving, had just hopped into the closet to escape observation.) comicbooks.com