"VOTS 1oT YOU SAY?
The workman was digging.
The wayfarer of the inquisite turn
of minS stopped for a moment to look
"My man," said the wayfarer, at
length, "what are you digging for?"
The workman looked up.
"Money!" he replied.
"Money!" ejaculated the amazed
wayfarer. "And when do you expect
to strike it?"
Saturday," replied the workman,
and resumed operations.
A MILD REQUEST.
"Excuse me, sir-," said the strap
hanger, "but would you mind mov
ing your portmanteau from the
gangway? I really can hardly find
room to stand."
'.'Move my portmanteau," gasped
the stranger, "tnose, sir, are my
"Is that so?" said Jenkins, "thenl
perhaps you would pile them one
abpve the other."
An English colonel, at kit inspec
tion, said to Private Flanigan:,
"Ha! Yes, shirts, socks, flannels,
all very good. Now, can- you assure
me that all the articles of your kit
have buttons on them?"
"No, sir," said Private Flanigan,
"How's that, sir?"
"Airn't no buttons on the towels,
AN URGENT CALL ,
A young surgeon received late one
evening a note from three of his fel
"Please come over to the club and
join us in a game of bridge."
"Emihe, dear," he said to his wife,
"here I am called away agah It is
an important case there are three
other doctors-on the sp"ot already." i
Kansas City Times. ' ,
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Senator Money of Mississippi ask
ed an old colored man what breed of
chickens he considered best, and he
r "All kinds has merits. De w'ite
ones is de asiest to find, but de black
ones is de asiest to hide after you gits
War cannot kUT the sprightly
French sense of humor. A, barber '
shop in the Hue Royale closes its
doors -as the reservists go out; and
displays the sign:
"Our clients' are, hereby notified
that 'we have transferred our staff to
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MORE TO THE POINT.
The" little girl visiting the farm
wrote home a six-page letter about
hte flowers and scenery. Her hrother
wrote this on a postcard:
"Granma is a" bully cook. I am
having a good time eating. Dinner
is ready now. Good-by." New York;
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