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OCTOBER 23, 1926 HIS CHOICE Casey and Murphy stood look- ing into a jeweler’s window. “Casey,” asked Murphy, “how'd you like to have your pick here?” “Sure,” responded Casey, “I’d rather have my shovel.” —Argonaut * * *¢ The movie actor, who had been divorced five times, pro- posed again. “Why, I rather like you, Jim,” said the young woman, “but, you, see, I’ve heard so many things about you—” “My dear,” interrupted the much-married actor, “you really must not believe those old wives’ tales.” —Boston Transcript *¢ & Customer—Here, I say, when you sold me this medicine you ‘told me it would cure me in a night. Well, it hasn’t cured me. Chemist—Ah, but it doesn’t say which night on the bottle, sir. — Answers ¢ 2 ¢ Visitor—I_ must. say, Mrs. Brown your Ellen’s improvin’ in ’er playin’! Ellen (from within)—I’m not playin’! I’m just dusting the pianner. —Northern Daily Telegraph ‘The following conversation ensued between a traveling man and his sweetheart: “What?” he asked, “you don’t know what ‘l-a-m-e’ spells? If you saw a poor man coming out of the hospital hardly able to walk, what would you say he was?” “I'd say ably got pie-eyed on some bum liquor,” shot back the innocent mamma. This just goes to show. FA ==> Ever notice? SOONER OR LATER most men reach a point, is no longer all-important. They begin to look around for “something better.” And it is by no means an accident that just at this point so many men turn to Fatima What a whale of a difference just a few cents make’? in everyday matters at least, where -price Homer Veppy, or How One Boy Found Himself (Continued from page 1) “Mamma,” said Homer slow- ly, “I don’t want to be no street car conductor.” “What!” cried the poor wom- an, “what have I sent you to Harvard for—” But the boy had interrupted her. From his brief case he had taken a maga- zine. “T see my mistake,” he said. “What I really wanted to be was a motorman. And here is the magazine that helped me find myself.” And he handed her a copy of Vanity Fair. Perelman A Tonic Appetizer B ITTER S BBOTT’S for 52 Years NY Weber by mat 2e (SP & Co, Bate, Md. comicbooks.com