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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 16, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 17

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TERRIBLE HAVOC
When Shimmerpate gave his little
son, Sammie, a drawing book the lat
ter gazed intently at the picture of
arms, legs, feet and heads on one of
the pages.
"What do you think of it, son?"
asked Shimmerpate.
"It must have been an awful ex
plosion," replied Sammie.
o o
USED TO BOTH
"Ever been hauled in?" asked the
first humorist.
"Hauled in?"
"Yes; hauled in?"
"How do you mean hauled in? By
a cop or rope? Yonkers Statesman.
NOT SOLD
Stranger Do you keep canned
salmon?
Fresh Clerk No, sir; we sell it:
Stranger Not always, my friend.
You can just keep that dozen cans I
was going to buy. Good day. Rin,.
atjewwi
new york. there is a yung feller
up on Washington hites that is verry
mutch stuck on a gerl
of course under the sirkemstances
he feels terrable romantick, but still
he is a veery practickle sort of a duck
in fackt, he is one of them guys
that don't think any more of a nickel
than they do of their right eye and
their back teeth
the uther nite after supper he drop
ped around to see his lady love, and
pretty soon he said he must be going
o charly, she hollers, you have
hardly come, can't you stay a little
while longer
my deerest, says charly, squeezing
her hand and pressing her brow
agenst his buzzem, you know i would
give 10,000 dollers to linger with "you
for another short hour
yes, gladly would i sackerfice 5
yeres of my life if only i mite stay
by your side till yon moon has climed
the hewens
but, you see, tonite there is a
meeting of our lodge and every feeler
tnat is late gets nnea a quorter
well, he made the lodge meeting
all rite, but it looks like he has lost
the dame
USELESS TO HIM
"Now, Tommy," reprimanded his
mother, "don't let me catch you
throwing any more stones."
"Well, what will I do when the
other fellows throw 'em?" asked
Tommy.
"Just come and tell me," his moth
er replied.
"Tell you!" he exclaimed in aston
ishment. "Why, you couldn't hit the
broad side of a barn!" Lippincott'4
Magazine,
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