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wn by Pace Rewer Puri r of How STUCK TOGETHER TILL AFTER WE MADE THE Blanketyville Grace T. Lioyn What they think A Little Boss of the Oth His Wife—Those derful letters he used to write to me? His Boyhood Chum—I wonder if he still has that scar on his leg where “Ol John son's dog “went thru His Mother—.My Boy! His Tailor—Ah! How they fit. Still, I see now where the left shoulder A Little Girl—Wish it was my dad A Boy—Someday maybe I—er—Well, Holy Smoke! Once he was only Chorus of Voters (His Party) — He's the stuff. Best in town! Chorus of Voters (The Other Party) Brerrreremtrrrr! (chilly) His Honor (Himself)—Friends and Fel- low Ceetizens—??????????7??7? Nocturne By N. Brytuion Fact The stars are wistful ladies in the ming from a ball; nories of veiled delight ight Trials of a Lowbrow “How did you come to leave Boston?” body asked me what I thought of Einstein.” “said there were other brands of cloth- ing I liked better.” At the Inauguration of the Mayor of fying her Party—Fathead! w-ties! Never will set straight! His First Sweetheart—I wonder if he remembers the won- By R. C. Guest HOROUGHLY in accord with the modern idea, he not only fell in love at first sight, but pro posed also “But can you support me in fashion?"” asked the my presen guileless mai t he could. me is?” housand a yed “And your name He told her She tu busied herself with a small note Look she carried “You said you made five thou sand a year? Much mystitic piqued at her cold-bloodedness, he from him and ed awa and a tritle n! Wovtps't you THINK IT WOULD HAVE D PAYMENT? suid he “Then,” triumphantly, “I must take you into custody for falsi tax report. [am a revenue officer and,” rccursed doomsday book b according to this record you reported to the governm: here re his glazed eyes, that you made only three thousand.” A Cold-Blooded Affair The Defeated Candidate—Oh, ho, humm! She—It will be cheaper to get married at home than in church; but if we are married in church we will get @ great many more presents. He—Then the only que cash more than the presents om to decide is: Do we need the / r } xT Ce as 7, ( (= LENG by Wu. V. Grovren 7—As A SOCIALIST YOU WOULD MAKE AN EQUAL DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH? s You ser I wovrn! Lawyer—V ery WELL; YOU MAVE INHERITED $100,000. THERE ARE 120,000,000 reorLe 1X THE Uxitep StaTes—so HERE'S YOUR NICKEL. An Unfair Advantage