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jf SHOOLT CONSIDER YOUR-
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No Need of Education!
"Don't talk to me about free
education !" said a burly farmer
of the old school. "What good
has it done any one, anyway?
Makes young fellers too proud to
do anything for a living but sit at
a desk and wear cuffs round their
necks. And the gals! Why, my
missus-can't get a servant. They
all want to be actresses or teach
ers or lady clerks I And, the best
f it is, after all the larnin', some
'of 'em can't even spell. There's
oung Johnson at the Green
wan iustput a sign over his
Coach house, and this is how
he spells 'carriage' ar-a-r-a-g-e !
Don't talk to me about free edu-
XL ,11 cation!
THE REASON WHY
She was a dear, old-fashioned,
modest, simple, maiden lady. So
that,-when she announced the fact
that she thought of paying a chi
ropodist a visit her great friend
was duly astonished.
"I didn't know you suffered
from corns," remarked the latter,
when the news was first broken
"I don't," replied the old lady
mildly, albeit firmly; "neither am
I afflicted with bunions, chil
blains, nor any other pains in the
Her friend gazed at her with
"Then, my dear," she remon
strated gently, "what on earth do
you want to visit a chiropodist
The little old lady's cheeks
blushed a delicate pink as she
leaned forward, laid one mittened
hand on her interrogator's arm
"It's this way, my dear. I do
so want to be able to boast that
at least once in my life I had a
man at my feet !"
Nangle I hear there was a
disturbance at the meeting last
night. Flummery Ye heard
wrong, thin ; for when McGowan
hit th' chairman in th' eye we
threw him out o' th' windy, an'
that stopped all trouble. Oh, no;
everything was harmonyus an'
Hatred is like fire it makes
even light rubbish deadly.