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Never Trust ’Em Prison Chaplain—Why are you here again, Tom? Convict——Because of my belief, sir. Chaplain—Nonsense! What do you mean? Convict—I believed the police- man had gone by, sir. —Montrear Star His Choice “Which do you like better, balloon tires or high pressure tires?” “T like balloon tires better.” “What kind of a car do you ha I don't have any; I'm a pe- destrian.” —Tit-Brts It is discovered that 1,920,281 wives work for wages in’ the United States. How many of them support husbands. in’ the style to which they have been ac- customed, the figures do not reveal, —Bostron Transcript Villager (showing stranger over famous cottage Phree ‘undred years old this be, sir; never a stick or stone altered in all them itor—I've a landlord like that, too. —Prarson’s Weekiy Enterprise —Loxvox Opinion Doctor—If he lapses into un- Pr ronsci rss again just give hi If You’re Abroad, of Course “Sorry to keep you waiting, Consciousness again Just give him : : old man, but I've been setting a. teaspoonful of t ak orandy, ' We read in an English maj trap for'my wife.” Wife af Patient—Oh, doctor! zine “good anti-cold remed Good heavens! What do you While he is unconscious? He'd called the Scotsman’s cure suspec . mever'forgiverme!, to bed with a bottle of whiskey “A mouse in the pantry —Evenyuopy’s Wrekty a jar of hot water and a silk hat. —Péiason's W Piace the silk hat on one of the posts at the foot. Drink and hot water until you hree hats, by which time ger will have been averted. —Boston Transcniet The film director was making a Western thriller, and working very hard to get some action into ally he turned from the brink of a cliff, mopped his brow, and glanced at a dummy made of straw and old clothes lying on the ground beside him. “Good heavens!" he shouted. “Who was it we threw over the “I wish that fellow would go away, George. That’s the third c time he’s come up like that to frighten me.” —Passinc Snow —Perarson’s Weekty EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO., ING., JAMAICA, N. T. comicbooks.com