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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 13, 1913, Image 17

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HIS SUGGESTION
- By the restaurant pay-desk stood
the manager, greeting each out-going
and in-coming guest with a ser
aphic, managerial smile.
' The smile grew broader, and, if
(possible sweeter, as an elderly gentle
pnan, looking well fed and comfort-
rable, approached to pay his bill.
'When he had collected his change he
Hurned and noticed the beaming man
ager.
''By the way," said he, "you say on
-your bills-of-fare that you are al
ways glad to receive suggestions
tfrom customers, as to any possible
Improvement that occur to them!"
H? "That is so, sir that is so!" an-
rswered the smiling one. "Have you
any suggestion you wish to make?"
"Well er yes, I have. You state
tZt-fhtit vnil .maTrA vnur mxm aanaarroa in
gitihis establishment, do you not?"
'That is correct, sir we do!"
vftr tvcu, iiieu, i wuuiu suggest you
vi& fet someone else do it. Good-morn-
iior!"
' -J I CONGRATULATE fauT
I ' ( AVOVr- A SHOT UKE
I i V 3S WASS NEVER BEFORE
kk KNOWM IN XER tof?U'5
SSL HISTORY. y
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BLISSFUL IGNORANCE
Mrs. Jimson was aroused from her
slumbers by Mr. Jimson springing
violently out of bed. Before she could
say a word he had pulled on his
dressing gown and slippers and had
made for the door.
"What on earth are you going to
do, Henry?" she asked.
"I'm going to put a stop to that
young fellow staying here till all
hours of the night Listen to him
now!"
"Henry, don't go dont go I" -whispered
his wife hoarsely. But Henry
was already half-way down the
stairs. In another few minutes she
heard the sounds of a frightful strug
gle going on. Glass crashed to the
ground and chairs were overturned.
Then somebody dragged someone
else to the front door, kicked him
down the steps, and slammed it to
again.
Then Mr. Jimson, very much out of
breath but highly pleased with him
self, once more entered the room.
"Oh, Henry, how brave you are!"
murmured his wife admiringly,
"Why, how's that?"
"Oh, Henry, it was a real burglar
at last!"
Henry turned pale.
"My word!" he said. "And I
thought it was Mabel's young man!"
o o
ALTOGETHER TOO CUNNING
"Phwat'll that go for?" inquired
the horny-handed son of Erin, as he
handed a stamped, addressed enve
lope across the counter to the post
office clerk.
Somewhat puzzled by the lightness
of the package, the official politely
asked the Irishman if by any chance
he hadforgotten to enclose the letter.
Pat laughed.
"Faith, now," he said, "an it's only
a thrick av mine to git aven wid them
wild suffragettes that's spoilin' all the
letters in the mail boxes. I'm just
postin' the envelope, an' delivering
the letter meself!" "
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