CiL(iCT?Ur If 133 UU5T
JUST IN TIME
A German shoemaker left the gas
iumea on. in. pig spop ope pigpt,. ana
uppn. arriving In the moniing, struck
a match to Jight it. There was a:
terrific explosion and the shoemaker
was Diown out tnrousn tne door al-
Imost to the middle of the. street.
. A passer-by rtjshed to hjs assist
ance, and, alter helping him to rise.
Jjnquir if Ije" ysea injured.
xne u.ttje. uerman,gazefl in at his
3la;ce of -business, which was now
V "No, I ain't hurt: But Iot out
ishjist in tim, eh?" '
RbbjnsQn'o'oked ijp from his paoer
(Land handed if to pis wife. ''WrpngJ
sort or sheading ,that,isp t -it, my
liulred Mrs. Robinson. ''Well " ro.
Wiled he;-"there is only half a column
, - A PQP.ULAR ROLE.
Mrs. Rogers had the barrel of ru:
set apples placed in the attic, because
they were not quite ripeoughto
eat-, ahd she warned her three boys,
whose ages range from 5, to 11, not
to touch them.
Then, one rainy" day, when she
sought the attic to get "something
from a trunk, she came f ulhup'on. her
sons, surrQurided by apple cores. At
her-approach two of the boys drew
closer together, "But the third, a little
distance off, tybo lay on his stomach
contentedly munching an apple, ap
parently paid no -attention to his
"Jack! Henry! Willie !' she ex- .
churned,- reproachfully. ''Whatever
are you aoingf Ana tnqse appies;
Didn't I tell you not to touch them?"
"Yes, mamma," replied Jack, the
eldest; "but we're not really eating
them! We're' acting rthe Garden, of.
Eden. Wille;and I are Adam and Ev,
ana ienry, over .mere, is tne.serpenr,
trvine.to lead us to our downfall ti'
showing ub how good the apples are.''
"But," began the mother, as stern
ly as she was able, "you two must
have been eating apples. Henry has
not doneit all. I see' as many as ten
"Oh, yeth," returned Willie, the
youngest, "we've all been taking
turns neing the therpept."
The doctor told him that he needc.l
carbohydrates, proteids, and, above
all, something nitrogenous. The doc
tor mehtioped a long list of foods for
lim to eat. He staggered out and
wapoiea into a restaurant.
JJHow about beefsteak?" he asked
the waiter. "Is, that nitrogenous?"
The waiter didn't know. .
"Are fried potatoes rich in carbo
hydrates or n.qt?"
The waiter couldn't say.
"Well, I'll fix it," declared the poor
man, in despair. "Bring me a laree
plate of hash." ' k-
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