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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 20, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 17

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THE GOAT
"Do you know his wife well?"
"Not at alL"
- "Would you like to be introduced
to her?"
i "I don't tHpfr it would be safe. I'm
the friend he always blames for keep-
Ting him out late." Detroit Free
Press.
i o o
. ALWAYS SAFE
"I understand you went over to
Crimson Gulch and lynched the
wrong man."
"No." -reDlied Three-Finger Sam.
"You can't lynch, the wrong man in
ifWrnson Gulch. We ist got Piute
pPete a little ahead of his turn."
. o o
BACK TO EARTH
Niagara Falls?
Phyle Yes; but I want ta go again
some day and see the scenery. The
-first time I went I was on my honey
n. y even a poit can have lucid
intervels -
like a poor slave of the muse that
wandered into the offls of a maga
jseen editer which i know
after the editer had kept him Vet
ting out with the switchboard gerl
for a hour while he got a mani
cure and a shine, he finelly lei "the
poor nut bring in some of his samples
the poit laid them down on the ed
ited table, and the editer picked up
one of the poims and scowled fct it
sumthing terrable W
the polm was all written out with,
pen and ink, and after the editorkad
glaired at it for a while, he hollars
faf the poit
you have got a nerve, yung man,
'bringing this to me, don't you know
that you ought to typewrite your
stuff w
grate scott, says the poit, don'&ou
spose if iyhad a typewriter and kgew
how to run it i would be making a
honest living doing typewriting, in-
sted of starving to deth writing'pof&y
wen, pays uie emier, were mis
be summing in tnat. 'cut me oqa
cuppel of yards of this dope and :
give you an order-on the cashie
moral honesty is. the best pcflcy,
for poor poits
c o A
UNDER SUSPICION
Several members of a womens
club were chatting with a little
daughter of their hostess.
"I suppose you are a great helpdio
your mamma," said one. r
"Oh, yesr," replied the little miss,
"and so is Ethel; but it is my turn to
count the spoons today after the com
moon Judge,
pany is gone." Judge.

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