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gh UGK > Tom Scroggins died from over work, He'd gained M.A.’s, M.D.’ So, though he passed out P.D.Q. He passed out by degrees. sndvude laerensaot salen wage pays 510° €0ch one pringaatlle Mr. Linde Related a Story “At eight o'clock, I said to my wife: ‘Let’s go out and have a sail.’ At a quarter past eight we sallied forth. On the sea the boat capsized. We should have been drowned, but a passing dolphin let us get on his back and brought us safely to land. You smile; what do you find in- credible in this?” A Voice—That about your wife being ready at a quarter past eight. —Lustige Blactter (Berlin) The Lover's Lament Love is a garden fair! Its flowers all bathed in dew, And each little eager bud that’s there Is an hour I’ve spent with you. Love is the heavens afar! Where everything nice comes true, And each little blinking, twinkling star Is a dream I've dreamed of you. Love is the boundless sea! With glorious es all blue, And each little shining drop may be A dollar I’ve spent on you! —London Opinion SENDING-IN DAY Artist—You'll want to be careful of that one; it’s not quite dry yet. Carrier—That’s all right, boss. T always wear me old coat on these jobs. —Sydney Bulletin — what a whal just a few Time He walked. ‘There was a spring in his step and a smile on his lips. He walked gaily, his hand resting in his pocket on the little lavender note which read: “Dearest: Yes—I lovetyou and will marry you!" se ee He walked. His shoulders drooped, and _ his mouth drooped. Glumly he walked, his hand resting in his pocket on a little brown note, penned by the same dainty hand, which said: “1 Ib. of potatoes, “3 brown eggs. “Y4 Ib. bacon—slice it thin.” —Tandon Opinion difference ‘S make “The teacher is mad. Yesterday he told us that four and one makes five but to-day he told us that it was three and two!” —Buen Humor (Madrid) 23