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HIS LAST REQUEST. +6 JOLIN,” sobbed the dying poet's wife, “have you any last request to make? “Yes, I have,” said the poet feebly. “Don't let them write my epitaph in hexameters. I never could abide hex- ameters.”” A EUPHEMISM EXPOSED. Dobson—" When | finished speak- ing the audience rose as one man and applauded me.” Hobson—" Who was he?” b. THE POINT OF VIEW. A VERY DARK Mr. Holliwood (the new minis- KNIGHT. ter, near-sighted, wiping his glasses) — “So that is Mr. Baldman? What a fine, open countenance !"” Mr. Baldman's young nephew—"That ain't his face: that’s the back of his head.” SAYING A GREAT DEAL. Cumso —"There is one thing to be said in favor of Brooklyn.” Fangle—V'd like to know what it is ECHOES FROM THE CARNIVAL. Triprity—"* Just think, my love, how wise we were in choosing dear old sleepy New Orleans for our honeymoon. The quietness and peace are even better than the "——. Cumso—* The town is not as red as it is painted.” THE COOK AND HOUSE-SERVANT (coming in unannounced)—" How much yo" gwine ter blow us in fer de carnival, boss?” A THOUGHT FORK THE FUTURE. Sne—" Oh, you cruel man! What did you cut that puppy's tail off for?” He—" Cruel, madam? Is it possible you never saw a dog with a can tied to his tail ? HN BAD RESULT OF CREASING TROUSERS. Dudelet fell on the ice and cracked the legs. AN AUTHORITY, “67S LIFE. in’ Indi- ana pleasant?” he asked of the young woman from the Hoo- sier state. “Well, really, I couldn't say. I've never seen any out there.” AT THE CLUB. 6S \W/HAT'S wrong with Cholly?” “’S-sh! Hethought of something last night and he's trying to think what it was.” JUST WHAT HE WANTED. PROSPECTIVE FATHER-IN-LAW—"'Oh, what is that wedding-check ink, young lady?" Youxe Laby—" Why, that’s a new patent, You write a check at night, present it to the bride, and it fades out in daylight.” PRosrectiVe FATHER-IN-LAW—"Ah, give me three bottles.” comicbooks.com