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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 23, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 17

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HIS REFORM
The clergyman, visiting the hos
pital, stopped at the bedside of a pale
young man swathed in bandages.
"P.hooT iit trnnncT txoti V. ..M
unctuously; "keep smiling it's the
best medicine."
- "I'll never smile again," replied the
.young man.
"Nonsense. Yes you will!''
"No,"' sadly continued the battered
one, "no nonsense about it ni never
mile again at least, not at another
.fellow's girl!"
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c HIS POIGNANT GRIEF
" "What on earth are you bellowing
so hard for, Freddy?"
"Daddy whipped me."
"Well, what if he did? You've been
whipped before, and the occasion
doesn't call for such heart-rending
grief."
"But he w-w-whipped me with a
"s-B-switch cut from the Christmas
t-t-ree." N, T, World.
Mgj
n. y. getting funny with folks
down on the east side is pritty risky
bisniss
a feller that runs a movie show
down in hester street, he found that
out, and then some
when they bilt this here theayter,
they had to make it fireproof, and
they used a lot of wood that had been
soked in sum kind of chemikels, so
it couldent burn
a while ago they done some re
modeling, and they tore out a bunch
of this wood and piled it in front of
the theayter
so this feller he thought, here is
where i will play a little goak and he
put a sign on the wood, "free kindling
wood"
in about 1-2 hour it was all gone
and in about 2 hours there was 17
or 21 mad ladys cluttering up the
front of the theayter
evry one of them had a stick of
wood in her hand, and she was look
ing for the guy that put up that kind
ling wood sign
but he was hiding down la the sel
ler, and i gess he stayed there about
2 days before he dasted to come out
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NON-COMMITTAL
An elderly woman was left in the
house by herself. Suddenly the tel
ephone bell rang. She had never
answered the telephone or talked
over it in her life. The bell rang
again and then again. Then she
knew it must be answered, even
though she did not wish to.
Jumping to her feet she took the
received down. "Nobody at home!"
she shouted into the transmitter, and
then hung up the receiver. Pitts
burgh Chronicle-Telegraph,
Tim iuiniim - 'Ci'miimi: i : " jftmriiB . .

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