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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 25, 1912, Image 16

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The teacher was trying to ex
plain the term "booking,"-as ap
plied to the railway system.
"Now," she was -saying, "can
. any of you tell me the frame of
the office at which railway tickets
are sold?"
"The booking office," replied
one of the lads.
At this moment her eye. fell onN
a small boy at the end of the class
who was evidently paying very
little attention to what she said.
"Did you hear that, Spry?" she
demanded. '
"What, ma'am?" asked the boy,
"As I thought you were not
listening. We will suppose your
father decided to have a day's
holiday and take a trip to Mil
waukee. What would he have to
do before he could take a seat in
the train?"
Without a moment's thought
the youngster electrified - his
teacher by replying:
"Pawn his tools!"
If any man ever admired his
wife that man was Howler. And
when the Fitzboodles asked Mrs.
Howler to sing "There Is a Gar
den in My Face," the husbahd
glowed all over with delight and
No matter that she had a face
like a hippopotamus and a voice
like an elephant, he sat beaming
as she sang, and could nofefrain
, from bending over to his neigh
bor and .whispering: "Don't yoti
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SjCfSACK, EF OU PljT9M0f8asC
flap Ci.it rt 4)tR KCMSTdO
a fi (soinc ougrgftw.
IS VVl.t.Gl.l'
neighbor, z I
think that my wife's got
voice?" "-
nWhat?" said the
who was a little deaf. -"Don't
you think my wife's got
a fine voice? repeated iowier
"Don't you think my wife's got
a fine voice?" roared Howler.
"Sorry," returned the enighbor,
ctiaUinin- Tiic tipaA 'Can't hear a
word you say. Tht awful womaggfe
over tnere is maKmg sutu
frightful row with her smging."
Wife How do you. suppose
those dozens and dozens-of empty
bottles ever got into our cellar? "-
Hubbv I don t know: 1 never-
bought an mpty bottle jn my life, J
.! I

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