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Young Reporter- The storm king
hurled his torn and tumbling torrents
over the ruins of the broken and dis
Old Editor What's that? What do
you mean, yonng fellow?
ix Youner ReDorter I er the flood
ytTjwashed away Pat McCann's cowshed.
pw"I tell you," said Poots, "there is
an indescribable sense of luxury in
hong in bed and ringing one's bell
j-fgr his valet"
"xou've a vaietr asuea roots'
"No," replied Poots, "but I've got
Nora What's Laura so puffed up
about these days Has she "con
tracted an alliance?"
Doda Oh, no! She's the owner of
a-couple of prize-winning dogs, that's
n. y. it aint no yuse at all trying
to argue with a dame
and there's a yung husbend in this
here town that is getting wise to that
fact, beleaye me
befoar he got married he thought
he knowed sumthing, wunst in a
but not so, any more
evry time he has a idea about sum
thing, his fare yung bride she has a
diffrent idea, and leave it to her to
prove she is rite
the other day she made a cake,
out of a receapt she got in a cook
and when hubby got his little af ter-
dinner coffy that nite, there was a
peace of the cake along with it
he took a bite of the cake, and
then he sed
my deereat sweethart, there is cer
tenly sumthing rong with this cake, it
now there you go agen, says little
wifey, the trubbel must be with your
imagination, becos the cook book says
the cake is perfectly delishus!
The Groom "Wel Bill, you won't
see the guv'nor's horse any more;
they've taken him for the army."
The Gardener "Oh, I suppose
now he's going to be what the
Frenchies'call a Tiorse de combat.' "
He "In what month were you
She "Oh, you needn't be afraid.
The diamond is appropriate." Bos-txTronficrint,
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