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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 16, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 17',
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HE BLESSED IT
A teacher of a Sunday-school class
tried to impress upon her young
charges the necessity of blessing .the
food before eating.
"Billy," she asked of a little fellow
whose father was an elder in the
church, "what prayer does your fath
er say before you eat your dinner?"
"I dun-know." ( '
"Well, what did he say this morn
ing before breakfast?"
TMlv meditated snridenlv lie ru.
i dlLmembered and 'beamed.
He said, 'You kids go slow on $e
ter now! It's forty cents a
The Young 'Un Oh; of course,
spluck first and last, that is the one
inessential to success in business.
The Old 'Un Pluck, my boy, -I
quite understand that. The trouble is
-Winding someone to pluck.
PARTED FOR EVER
They had quarreled, and that
fiercely, as they sat beneath the lus
trous moon. Frigid silence reigned.
"What a starry night!" he ventured
"Passable!" she snapped.
'.'Do you see the North Star?"
"I'm not blind."
"It reminds me of you so cold and
"Indeed!" a little less snappily.
"Do you ,see this rose?" he asked.
"I'm not'blind!" she reiterated.
"How beautiful and perfect it is!
This also reminds me of you in its
A tremulous .smile flitted over her
"Its shade is the color of your
cheeks when you blush," he added.
."And yet still more does it resemble
"In what way?" she asked, quite
"It's artificial!" he said, with a
She, aged seven, was sobbing bit
terly when he, aged seventy, met her
in the park.
"What is the trouble, little girl?"
"Boo, hoo, hoo! Tve lost my
nickel," she sobbed.
He promptly reached down in his
pocket and produced a nickel, which
he offered her with a comforting
"Well, never mind," he said, sooth
ingly, "here's your nickel; now stop
She clutched the coin and glared
at him with scornful, flashing eyes.
"Oh, you wicked man. You had
my nickel all the time.'V-N . Y.
Wifev Anvhow. a woman's mind
is always cleaner than a man's.
Hubby It ought to be. It changes
oftener. Illinois Siren.