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JUDGE “Cute rascal, all dressed up like a man.” Literary Luminaries The Harold Bell Writer Out where the males are the far- thest from she men, Out where the ranchers are friendly and free men, Out where there’s hair on the chests of the he men— ‘That's where his tales begin. Though he has never been west of New Haven, Out where the villains are cow- ardly craven, Out where the heroes are pure nd clean-sha t's where his tales begin. T Out where the venomous rattle- snakes rattle, Out where the cowboys are nurse- maids to cattle, Out there where Virtue and Vic« grimly battle That’s where his tales begin. Out where the treacherous red- skin is stealthy, Out where the tenderfoot finds it unhealthy, Out where the pot-boilir grow wealthy— That's where his tales begin! Artucer L. Lireaann uthors. The night watchman, on his night off, probably sits up and waits for his daughter to come home. Only a Scotchman Could Do : That A Scotchman wa for a Camel. He the way back home. ked a mile rd it all sn In Chicago they ‘go boom’ first and ‘faw down’ afterwards. Or a Parachute If I had the wings of an angel, I think that my joy'd be com- plete; I'd have not the least bit of trouble In leaving some darned rumble seat. —R. C, O'Brien Grim Fairy Tales “No, sir, singeing the hair really does no good.” “ve never thought of writing 0, sir, we don’t serve liquor “It's all right this time, but don’t come down the Drive at sixty miles an hour again.” “Yes, this is my farewell tour.” “Here you ar cighth row center. “Of course, madam, we will cheerfully refund your money. “My youngster n thing bright or cute “You're a dear, but IT don’t need a new coat this spring. —Han Ssuria ir—two in the r says any- ly Then there's the fellow who crawled under the dresser to hide from his collar-button. “Shameful! Disgraceful! Godiva riding that poor old nag. Why, you can almost see his ribs comicbooks.com