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“4 prides: Mother, John talks in his sleep. “Do? at him!” Spring Fever by Louis De Wolf tT was the first warm spring evening when romance surges through the v and youth dares the world. He had only recently met her. But as the bee knows that the beckoning red tulips invite the extraction of honey, so he, emulating the bee, took his fill of honey. The maiden »pted these tender atten- tions as a sweet compliment to herself and the forerunner of much happiness. The youth, pulsing with delight and glowing in the warmth of spring, promised 1 her the sky, and again sweetened his lips with hor The following the weather turned raw and cold. That touch of spring, said the wiseacres, was a false alarm. So thought the youth, for he felt a chill in his veins and his weekly $20 appeared meager and good for almost nothing at all. He did not telephone to his honey maiden that evening. Instead, he went to his chum with this lamen . Milt, it’s getting so a fellow "t a girl on the phone but she tries to jump him for life.” “Who’s trying to put the sign on you?” queried Milt. “I'm just telling you something. That's all.” At that very moment, the honey maiden, with a song in her heart, asking this question: “Mother, put the frosting on a cake after it is baked, don’t you “My land learn to coc jadys, are you going te eee’ Waiter—I think you made a mistake, sir. Disgruntled diner—Yes. I knew it the minute I came in. GARDNER REA /23 What shall I do? Don’t let him put it over you like that; go to sleep and talk back There’s no fool like an old fool advising others how to keep young. “I’m so glad, Henry! 20 It’s a Gift by Robert C. O'Brien HADN'T known her long: I think it was the second night— When I discovered that Annabell Was still young enough to have birth- days. T had imagined she was quite past that! No one ean accuse me of not being a sport, so I said: “Well, what will it be?” ne replied: thing will make me happier than a solitaire.” Yesterday was her birthe I wanted her to be as h. So I gave her nothing. ee )py as possible. What every young fellow who courts should know: — What comes after the pur- chase price? Her up-keep for life. Rad -Idone dream last night dat we was bofe gwine to heabin. Master— t's singular, Sam. I ed the same thing. sah, dat’s plural.” Ree Sam—Mi = “Her voice carries awfully well, don't hink so? ' but it's a far ery from. real Now I feel sure I’m the only girl you ever kissed.”