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Mrs. Timkins was taking her son
to school for the first time, and after
impressing the schoolmagler with the
necessity of his having a thorough
education, finished up by saying:
"And be sure he learns Latin:
"But, my dear madim," said the
schoolmaster, "Latin is a dead lan
guage." "All right," said Mrs. Timkins;
"he'll want it. He's going to be an
undertaker." Pittsburg Chronicle
"Well," sneered her husband,
"suppose you get the ballot. What
will be the first thing you do?"
"Order a voting costume, of
course!" was her triumphant retort
Mrs. Nextdoor I suppose your
daughter is happily married?
Mrs. Nagsby Indeed she is. Why,
her husband is actually afraid to open
his mouth in her presence. Prince
In a Scottish college it was the
custom for each student in turn to
say the grace after meals, and one
day a youth took advantage of the
opportunity to convey a complaint no
one had had the courage to make. He
rose and said:
"For rabbits young and for rabbits
For rabbits hot and for rabbits cold,
For rabbits tender and for rabbits
Our thanks we render, for we've had
Mistress Good gracious, Susan,
the house is on fire '
Susan (overworked) Well mum,
it's comfortin' to think that at last
there's a fire in the 'ouse I 'aven't 'ad
"The barber told me a funnv stnrv
'Illustrated with cuts, I suppose."
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