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The Moment You Pass Sandy Hook HE de Luxe French Liners... charming noblesse of the high seas .. . French to the mast- tips... their joyous nation and country crystallized... French... the grace and splendour of the decorations . . . the luxury of the cabins . . . the service with a courteous air. French, too... the marvels to tempt the appetite. Calling first at Plymouth, Eng- land... then Le Havre de Paris... no long drawn-out train ride three hours through lovely, mel low Normandy ... then Paris... la Ville Lumiere of incomparable beauties and gayeties ... and the terminus to all the playgrounds and Capitals of Europe. Four One-Class Cabin Liners direct to Havre... The New York Vigo -Bordeaux service, three liners,toSouthernFranceandSpain. Treneh Line Information from any French Line Agent or Tourist Office, or write direct 40 19 State Street, New York City “Mr. Chairman,” quoth flea on Robinson Crusoe’s b; “L move we adjourn to F —Westrern Reserve Rep Car “But surely you didn’t look for the escaping gas with a match?” “Ah, but this was a safety match!”—Toroxro Gontix Our idea of carrying a joke too far is when the professor hums “Home, Sweet Home” as he writes the term exam questions on the blackboard. —Vanversitt Masgueraper In the Chair—Oh, mother, may I go to the masquerade tomorrow as a milkmaid? Next Room—No; you are too all. In the Chair—Then may I go as a condensed milkma —Pe> tyanta Puncu Bow I used to like her long ago, Why, you could not see. She may be just an old, old flame, But she’s hot enough for me. —Wasiincron CoLumns Menelaos (shaking hands with his opponent just before the big bout )—Well! well! well! so this is Paris. —Itiinors Siren “I smell feathers burning.” “Probably. I’m smoking an Owl.” —Micuicax Garcoyie weetheart, do you be lieve marriages are ‘made in heaven?” “Probably. Heaven only hy some are made.” rserve Rep Cat Bap Man—Halt, or I'll shoot! Drenken Gamprer—Go ahead, I'll fade a half. —Cattrornia Perican comicbooks.com