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A man was fishing contentedly-ih
a stream near an asylum whenone
of the inmates a"p$ared Upon the
scene. Sport had been poor, andHhe
Bportsmatf was overjoyed when at
last he landed tt beauty. HeWafi gas$.
ing.with pride at his eateh when the,
"Do you sell them fish mister?"
"SelT'em?" responded the man.
"No i ear. I'm a sportsman, not a flsh
monger. I,fish for the Sport of Catch
ing 'em." , .
"Oh, you do, eh?" remarked the
visitor, as. he Molted the capture back
into the water. "Well, now you can'
have come piore sport catching" that
5on'e again." ' ,
d" , j o - o
;r He :Do you love me, darling?
IShe Yes.' Jack. dear. He f'Jack!"
cTou mean "Harold," don't you! She
I Of course! "How absurd I am!. I
ieepvthirikin'g today's Saturday.
LOV.E IN "THE MOVIES'?
- Story by Johny. j
- n. y., mbnday policeman brady
was walking 'along his beatjbjg In
harlem and wishing he hadjjbne
where the salunes was not blilit so
when he sees a crowd mfrdnl&f p.
movie, gathered around a yun&man
that was makin a speach '
A brady busted into the ctoway and
he says to the guy, well,..what la it,
young feller, booae or pills" vii . . v
neither, says the boob, i'm, ih jove, '
and the lady of my dreams 'is '&Wfe .
there, and they won't let me-lii ZH
near me, says tne cop, takfflg.the i ;
rummy by the eoat collar and stack
ing him up against a trolley idle,
and what kind of a lady is she
oh, she is wunderful, hollers tin
feller, and there is yards and; yaf da
and yards' of her , . J
whoa, baek up, says brady, what
kind of talk is that, take that dope
gUn 6Ut- Of yOUf poekit this Insttirit
and give it to me, that's a nice little'
- she's flossie b'flannlgan, the most,
wunderful aektrffiB on the screed to
day ' .
and she is olayine In. there, in "the
"cowboy's. sweetheart," and 1 just
gotta see that film again -and
what's more, 4y golly, soon
as 1 get the price, line goin out west'
and, find that ranch where jthem
Sickeners is took, and ask flossie to
e mine '
eheerMip, says the bull, the ranch
IS in flatbUBh, and if yOU got a filbkel
a street ear will take ybu there any
now come along With me, you ain't
got no permit for giyin a show, and
there's a. friend of 'mine downwherer
you" see them green lights that grants
you to write your name in his auto
graft album j-
sO he went along, and the crotyd
went inside to Bee flossie ,
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