Judge — August 30, 1919 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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A Bush-Ranger—Joseph Cummings Chase, the portrait painter, told at a club the other day the story of a Con- necticut farmer who never would admit that he didn’t know all about anything that might come up. He was never sur- prised “Wa’al,” would be his invariable com- ment upon some striking incident, per- sonal or otherwise, “I expected i Recently at a county fair he was in vited upon the platform, and the magi- cian after some manipulation extracted a rabbit from his flowing beard “Ha! Ha!” laughed his wife when he returned to the audience, “now you can’t say you expected that.” “Wa’al—no, thet is, not exactly, Fur two days I been feelin’ somethin’ going on in them whiskers 0’ mine, but I couldn’t quite make up my mind ‘twas a rabbit.” —Philadel phia North American. Repetition—Sir Arbuthnot Lane told the following story at the Annual Ses- sion of the American Medical Association relative to his frequent visits to this country: “A man came to the priest and told him of somebody who had fallen forty fect and not been injured. The priest. said that was an accident The man came again and said the same person had again fallen forty feet without injury. The priest said that was a co- At the Barber's En herve stikker hodet ind av doren—Und- skyld, er Petersen her? Barberen—Nei, han bleo netop barbert og or gaat Herren—Vet De, koilken vei han gik? Rarberen—Nei, deseaerre En stemme bak avisen—Kan De ikke folge blodsporet, dacs... “Has Petersen been here?” Barber—Ves, he’s just gone. “Do you know which way he went?” Barber—No. Voice from the background—Follow the trail of blood.—Karikaturen (Christiania), incidence. Again the man came with the same story and then the priest said: ‘Now it’s a habit.’"—Journal of the American Medical Association A Stranger to Art—When Theodore Roosevelt was governor of New York he knew quite well a farmer who lived at a house on the read where the governor, riding horseback, would always stop for a rest One day whei was reading a “Governor,” he asked, New York papers pretty tall liars?” “Why, what makes you think they are?” “Well, hei a story I was just a-readin’ of a man who paid $14,000 for a picture of I don’t believe it.” “Why not id T.R. “Because,” said the farmer, “I don’t believe there’s an, nin New York would pay $14,000 for anything he couldn't milk Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegra ph. T. R. rode up the farmer ew York paper. “aren't these 19 The Still Alarm Resourceful Woman—Artist—That clumsy girl has flicked a dustcloth across the fresh paint of my new picture. It is nothing but a s His Wife— er mind, dear. Call it a country scene viewed from a speed- ing automobile.—Loutsville Courier Jour- nal. Happy Inspiration—“This artist works two hours a day and makes $25,000 a year.” Pretty soft! I don’t suppose the eight-hour day means anything to him.” “You're wrong there. His poster en- titled, ‘A Square Deal for the Work- ingman,’ netted him enough to buy a new motor car.”—Birmingham Age- Herald. Sa etn, nese - sms