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4\ Grocen—A thief entered my store last night and took every- thing but a box of soap. JuvGe—The dirty crook. —Lenicn Burr A pale moon poured its silver beams on the soft ripples of the placid lake. The beautiful maiden lay prone in the bow, languidly smoking one of my heavily scented cigarettes. Then turning her lovely, heavy-lidded eyes to mine with a look that w: than a ce: ain’t dis n There was more ess she said, “Vell, subdued splash and ripple as I carefully dropped her limp form in the still reaches of the perfect night. Sranrorp CHaParrat IAS “T think I’ll commit suicide.” “Good, but turn off the gas when you're through.” —Orecon Wesroor FISK Prof. (in last class before quiz)—The quiz questions are in the hands of the printer. Now are there any questions anyone has to ask? Bright Stude—Who is the printer? —Iowa Frivon “My darling one, you mean more to me than all other women in the world. One of your pre- cious little fingers is worth more than anything else on this earth, You are the dearest, most beauti- ful, sweetest, purest girl that ever breathed the air of God’s world. Will you marry me, lovely one?” “Hell, no!!" —Rens stots “Aladdin and his Djinn has nothing in fun over a college fellow and his.” —Corss SSR “You probably don’t remember me,” began the self-made man proudly, “but twenty years ago when I was : humble boy, you gave me ge to carry.” “Yes, yes,” cried the busy man, “‘where’s the answer?” —Burrato Bison ELAER Pup rE BANTER GIVESUS A‘KISS. GIRLIE WHISPER: ED THE BEACH-COMBER SOFTLY: Here folks, is a picture that should ought to be in every real he-man’s collection of art. pic- tures—and that reminds me of a story concerning one Pat and Mike, both Irishmen. They were swimming the Channel when Mike said he was cold. Quick as a flash Pat “Came back” with “Faith and Be- jabers, it’s not the heat, it’s th’ humidity!” speaking, of course, of the water. A whale ate Mike. —Carouina Buccaneer 27 In Canada 20 for 35¢ us send you our attractive new Marlboro Brid 3 T (Mild as May) —— Always fresh— Wrapped in heavy foil. Created by PHILIP MORRIS & Co.L'® Inc comicbooks.com