Judge — December 30, 1922 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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ok & AT THE COURT “How old are ! : seen } four and twenty summers.” Q \ 7 “And how many “ye years were you blind?”— Fliegende Blaetter (Munich). sae E day when we were enterts the minister and his family a farewell dinner party Dorothy was privileged to sit at the table, and had conducted herself well in the presence of the invited guests. At last, growing weary of the formality, she asked to be excused before dessert was served, She tiptoed to the kitchen and would not have been mis had she not called in an excited tone, “Mamma, oh, mamma, come here.” Replying softly, I said, mamma will come presently “But mamma,” shric ining Yes, Dorothy, ed Dorothy. “I say come now, the cat is licking the cream all off the dessert.”"—Capper's Weekly. Pia HE flashy townsman was swaggering round the farmyard imparting gratui- dvice to the old farmer. Having 1 the poultry, the . and t of the old fellow’s possessions, the townsman visited the stables. you know how to make a slow horse fast?” he a said the farmer. “Don’t feed him.” —The Pathfinder. ry S USUAL, Mrs. Sububbs enlivened the dinner table conversation with an account of the new servant. “I don’t know much about her * she said, “but she is good-natured and harmless, at any rate.” “How did you find that out?” “By her singing. She is always singing at her work. “That's no sig “A mosquito — does Democrat and Chronicle. tae FAMILY that had always lived in Princeton, Ind., moved to the country, taking the little son } i aged five, out among the country and sounds with which he was A nearby farm owned a donkey. day Maurice rushed to his mother to ask the meaning of the noise he heard. She told him it was 4 3 “Mamma, why does he he asked.—Indianapolis Ne tte * said Mr. Sububbs. that.”’—Rochester “My papa is a mounted policeman,’ said little Freddie to his mother’s caller. s that better than being a walking s,” replied Freddie. “If trouble he can get away JREPRESENTATIVE — FORDNEY said in a temperance address. in Saginaw: ‘Anti-prohibitionists end when they argue are at their wits’ rinst- prohibi- tion. What silly and_ illogical things they say! late earl of Craven, who mar- Miss Bri Martin, uit ried our once argued with Puss: Johnson that great multitudes of saloons, cafés and other drinking facilities didn’t increase drunkenness. This was the poor earl’s knockdown argument: I've got a castle in the country,” he said to Pus: , ‘and this castle has got 200 bed Well, do you think sping there than else- —Los Angeles Times. toe WE found anew word ina Tittle magazine a few days ago that ap- pealed to us. The word is ‘Yesbut- —you know, the people who agree to a proposition; are in favor of it “Oh, yes, but—" Don’t you know them and isn’t their name legion? Speak of wet blankets, hes of cold water! What has a more cooling effect when you are thoroughly in sympathy with a pr ject. than Yesbutter”? And meet them hourly and probably have one in the bosom of your family, and the chances are that) you may even belong to the big fraternity yourself. —Missouri Ledger. SE in which Smith, the eminent wyer, was employed, came up varing late in the afternoon, and asked the judge to allow it to until the following day. “I ¢n speaking all day in another he said, “and I'm rather ex- His request was called the next young attorney arose, who, reason, did not want. his AS Smith go over have nted. > and a or some to be tried at that time. He also asked that his case be postpon “Why?” asked the judge. “May it please your honor,” ste the young lawyer, “I, too, am in a s of exhaustion, for I have been listening all day to Mr. Smith.”—Prairie Farmer. rer ST alw of anit Grumpson. “Why so?” “Unkind neighbors jump at the op- portunity to wonder where he got his brains.” —Birmingham Age-Herald. kd » made up my mind to buy a for the parents remarked Mr. feel sorr t prodigy,” 2 What make are you going I'm keeping that a secret. If I were to tell you the type of car I've decided to purchase you'd start right in to tell me what a lemon it is."’—Detroit Free Press. CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA “Ah, your son has fine manners! “That’s nothing, Miss. Muskete (Vienna). 25 He has opened the gate for us.” He does that for the cow every morning.”—Die