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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 23, 1913, Image 17

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NO USE TO HIM
"Now, Bir," eald the architect, con
sulting the elaborate plans and dia
grams before him, "I want to consult
you about the position and so forth
of the drawing-room. Don't you
think"
Mr. Struckoil obviously didn't.
Suddenly leaping to his feet, he
struck the table fiercely with Ll3 fist
Then: .
"Look here, young man," he
roared, "I've had enough of your silly
nonsense! I want a house I can live
in not a museum! Drawing-room,
indeed! Hang it alL I've let you put
up a smoking-room, when I don't
smoke; a music-room, when I can't
even play a mouth-organ; a nursery,
when I ain't got no nurse; and a pan
try, when I'm never short of breath!
And now you suggest a drawing
room! I can't draw! I never want
to draw. What, then, do I want a
drawing-room for eh?"
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PROFESSIONAL RIVALRY
Everything in the street was dim
and quiet, for the thoroughfare was
in a highly respectable neighborhood
and the hour was 2 a. m. In fact,
save for a stray, wandering cat, and
a policeman, now rounding a corner
in the far distance, there were no
signs of life or animation anywhere.
William Sikes stepped out from
the shadow of a friendly tree, glanced
furtively around him, and then as
sisted Tom Crooke, his bosom friend
and partner, to alight from the drawing-room
window of No. 63.
"Well, old pal, what luck?" he
whispered.
"No luck at all," growled Tom.
"The bloke what lives there is a law
yer!" William looked apprehensive.
"Then how much have you lost?.
he asked.
PAYMENT IN KIND
Jasper Katchfea was undoubtedly
an exceptional shrewd lawyer
What's more, despite his severity, he
had won for himself the whole-hearted
respect of his staff, from clerks
to office boy.
The latter, in fact, although he
got far more than his fair share of
stern rebukes, so far from' resenting
these admonitions, felt flattered by
them.
One day he was met by a boy who
worked in a neighboring office.
"What's your salary?" asked the
other boy.
"Ten thousand a year,"- said little
Tommy.
"Go on!"
"Go on, yourself!" retorted Tom
my. "As a matter of fact, though,"
he added, "I get six dollars a -week
in cash, and the rest in legal advice!"
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"Don't you know the difference,"
said the vounsel, "between a horse
and a donkey?" "Well, sir," replied
the witness, "I should never take ye .
for a. horse," 'jj

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