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So cens: | {ANSE NAW ih Drown by Lavwex Stoct Wuen tue Periop Craze IV. Tr Reacues THE © Gotiic Limousine Considerable Deficiency By Kexxetu L. Ronerrs “Russia's great need is brains.” Kerensky ACK of brains is a severe handicap All that William Shakspere needed to make him a flourishing half-wit or an unsuccessful linen-draper was a dearth of brains. If Napoleon Bonaparte had lacked brains, he would prob- ably have spent his life on the island of Corsica, tending the fragrant goat and obtaining rest and relaxation by celebrating an occasional vendetta and knifing a few casual acquaintances. If George Washington’s great need had been brains, there is litle doubt but that his descendants would now be struggling with a heavy mortgage on Mt. Vernon, and paying taxes to representatives of King George. Ulysses S. Grant, lacking brains, would unquestionably have progressed from the grocery store to the poorhouse in- d of to the highest command in the United States Army Where there is a shortage of brains, other shortages are immaterial. If Kerensky Russia's future is ste: correct regarding Russia's great need, as dark as the interior of a fountain pen. 1s AuTroMoBILE INDUSTRY. Drawn by A. B. Watxen One Good Turn By Haney Invixc Suumway HAVE murdered a man. Criminals always make a mistake by seeking a hiding place. Their very fear of coming out in the open makes them a mark for the clever detective. If had sense enough to go about their busi- if nothing had happened, probably no one would suspect. Me? Oh, I conduct my waking and_ sleeping hours the same as I did before I did the deed. My control is excellent. My nerves were never steadier. My appetite is healthy. I sleep like a baby. I suppose I feel composed in a measure, because he ought to have been killed. Indeed, sometimes I feel that strangling him was too generous. He should have been given a slow poison. I feel no regret whatever. Humanity is a gainer and would thank me. if I dared tell my secret. If ever a man de- served his fate he did. He should never have whistled the en- tire score of the mu- sical comedy while the show was going on, especially when seated in front of a man with such won- derfully powerful hands as mine. “TL hear the edi- tor of the Plunkville Palladium is quite a feller.” “Yep,” assented old Pop Snooksof the Grocery Lyceum, “he always takes an uncompromising stand on anything that nobody is opposing.” Tue Botsnevist