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This page contains several unrelated humorous sketches satirizing early 20th-century American life: **"In Paris"**: A visitor to Paris, speaking only English, is pranked by a friend who tells him to board any omnibus marked "Complet" (French for "full"). The joke: he keeps hailing full buses that won't stop, misunderstanding the warning as directions. **"Bohemia"**: An older writer (Oldhead) tells a young artist that true bohemians—referencing the famous literary circle at Pfaff's bar featuring Whitman, Arnold, and Winter—no longer exist. The irony: the artist then reveals Oldhead *himself* was once considered a bohemian. The satire mocks nostalgia for a vanished artistic lifestyle. **"Not in Her Department"** and other brief quips: Simple wordplay jokes about teaching and grammar. **Railway Lunch-Counter cartoon**: Satirizes the frustration of railway travel—you get a tiny cup of coffee during a 2-minute stop, but a full breakfast break when you're not ready. The page reflects turn-of-the-century American humor: travel mishaps, literary pretension, and urban inconveniences.

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IN PARIS. ~~ STAN ws PLAIN English washis only tongue, Paris And so he traveled with a guide, But thought in Paris he'd attempt, All by himself, a jaunty ride Upon an omnibus whose ways, Though devious, led to Pére Lachaise. With this intent he started out ; But first he asked about the way, And for a joke his friend replied, * Take any ‘bus that's marked *Com- plet."” And so the man with might and main Kept hailing them, but all in vain, NELEN w. Gove, BOHEMIA. 66QO YOU want to be a bohe- mian, do you?” said Mr. Oldhead, the eminent writer, to the young artist whom he was patron- izing. “Well, if you can locate Bo- hemia you will do more than I have been able to do in a somewhat long and earnest career. When T arrived in New York I im- mediately began to hunt for lie teee winerneciarEn:. the bohemians, and was told, Mrs. Hepcerow —‘* Now yew jes’ let go me. I ain't ‘Ob, there are no bohemians done nuthin’. nowadays. You should have been here at the time when NOT IN HER DEPARTMENT. Whitman, Arnold, Winter Ss YOU teach the young idea how to shoot, do you?” and the others used to as- said Dimling to Miss Primmer. semble at Pfafi's.’ Being “Oh, no, sir,” replied the demure schoolmarm. “I convinced at the time that — — . am in the primary department, you know. Triggernom- the bohemians really were JUDGE'S WORLD'S FA/R.—No. 2, etry is taught in the higher grades,” gone, I went about my busi- TARISENIE ness and did not think of looking for them for many Béni soit ton sourire! years ialterward; 11 beauty queen be eiewhere seen, and then I found, "Tis that she copies thee. as of old, that I was just a year or two too late. There had been bohemians in the city, but they had ‘drunk their cup a round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest.’ And now it is my opinion that you will never be able to find Bohemia. The men of the present are never bohemians; they are simply brainless roisterers.” * But, my dear sir,” said the young artist, “the reason I spoke to you about Bohemia was that the other day a man said to me, ‘ There are no bohemians nowadays. You should have been around town when Oldhead the Hovelist used to travel with the boys. I tell you what, he was a bohemian for you. PAUL MC ARTHUR. ‘Since thou art past compare. NEGLECTED. HIS FAILING. or ter dylan ofberlee tit tec bestia wacr Mrs. Kaw—" Colonel Chinnaway is a very fluent talker, isn’t he?” Mr. Kaw—" Yes; but he ‘pears to lack terminal facilitie WORRIES OF A TRAVELER AT THE RAILWAY LUNCH-COUNTER, The cup of coffee you get when you have two minutes — —and when your train stops a half-hour for breakfast. comicbooks.com