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This page contains multiple humor pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines: **Top Story**: A rural comedic dialogue where a prospective groom attempts to switch from marrying one sister to another after banns are published. The humor lies in his misplaced priorities—he's relieved he's not legally bound, but balks at paying another half-crown for new banns, ultimately deciding to marry the original sister rather than pay twice. **Bottom Cartoon**: A sketch of a fashionable woman with a photographer, playing on vanity. When a starving man appears at the door, she offers him one of her photographs instead of food—satirizing both her self-importance and her uselessness as charity. **Other Anecdotes**: Brief humorous stories about a child misunderstanding communion as "selling pop," a suitor motivated only by continued allowance, and a priest's fish-bone incident. The humor is gentle, domestic, and relies on wordplay and situational irony rather than political commentary.

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| ‘THE banns had been published for the first time in a country church. After the service the prospective groom came to the vicar: “Mr. Parson, I want to speak to ’e. About those banns—can I have ’em changed?” “Of course, if you wish,” was the surprised reply. “You are not mar- ried yet, or legally bound in any way.” “Ah!”—with a sigh of relief—“that’s what I wanted to know. You see, I’ve been thinking it over, and seems to me I'd rather have her sister.” “You can please yourself,” replied the vicar. “But, of course, fresh banns must be published.” “Ah!” —a pause—“Mr. Parson, I paid ’e half a crown for putting up those banns. Shall I have to pay another half crown?” “Naturally, if you change your mind so late in the day, you must expect to pay for it.” “Ah!”—a longer pause. Then, with a sudden resolution, “Aw, well— leave ’em be as ’tis!”—Answers (Lon- don). FHS Father—Have you had any encour- agement from my daughter? Suitor—Well, she said you would probably be willing to continue her monthly allowance after our marriage. —WNew York Sun. Revue Artist—Poor fellow! “Be that your motor, sir?” “No, it ain’t; it’s my boss’s.” “°E’ll giv ’e the sack for this, won’t re?” “I expect so—I shall know for cer- tain in a minute!” — Passing Show (London). Ry “(TOBE PRIEST got a fish bone in his throat Friday,” reports the Paris Mercury, “and after eating all the cornbread for miles around, came to town, where Dr. Ragsdale, after several efforts, extracted it. He then went home, he says, and ate the rest of the fish.”—Kansas City Star. Maid—There’s a man at the door, miss: says he’s starving. Give him one of my photographs!—Passing Show (London). 23 DURING services at church, Louise, age three and one-half, became nervous and asked her aunt to take her home. As home was only a few doors from the church, her aunt consented, intending to return to the services. Just before Louise left the church the offering was taken, and at the moment of their departure the parishioners were taking communion. When Louise arrived home she was asked what the people in church were doing at the time she left. “Well, grandmother, they were sell- ing pop when I left.’—Indianapolis News. PIS A FRIEND in the country had prom- ised to send her little son a lamb. The problem of what to do with the famous playmate of Mary when it ar- rived puzzled the entire family. One afternoon a friend—one of those tal- ented women who is an adept at solv- ing puzzles quickly—was approached on the subject. “A friend of ours has promised to send little Billy a lamb,” Billy’s mother went on to explain. “As you know, we live in an apartment and—well, what in the world shall we put it in?” “In the oven, my dear,” the talented friend replied instantly. “In the oven, of course. We have the mint.”—In- dianapolis News. comicbooks.com