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SO WAS HE
Tie department was a large one.
odgln waB the name of the newly-
Now, there was a man in that de-
artment who had a habit of sneak-
g off to a neighboring shed at about
our o'clock in the afternoon, and
oMng a pipe peacefully while he
flooked over an evening paper.
I Well,, one day, as he sat thus, Dod
jgin unexpectedly appeared upon the
who are you.' .uougin. ' asKea,
rwning at the idler.
'Huh!" retorted the latter, frown
ing back. "And who are you?"
. "I'm Dodgin the new'foreman."
The lazy one smiled.
"Good!" Said he. "So amrl. Come
in and have a smoke."
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Mrs. McCorke was showing some
visitors over the house. Arriving at
the nursery, he remarked, "This, gen-
Ptlemen, is the bawl room."
Perkins" was feeling decidedly
queer; he couldnt get on with his
work; he couldn't do anything. So
"be decided to pay a visit to the doc
tor. "I don't feel up to the mark at all,"
he said to the man of medicine. "Can
you give me a good tonic?"
With pursed lips the doctor sur
veyed him for a moment; or two, and,
rising from his chajr, remarked:
"Has It ever occurred to you that
there's a great deal in imagination,
"Certainly, doctor," answered Per
kins. "Then go out of this office and im
agine that there's nothing the matter
with you. Come back in a week and
let me know how you feel!"
The patient went, doctored him
self, arid returned to the physician at
the appointed time.
"Ah, ah," said the doctor- "You;
are feeling better now, I caii see
Didn't I tell you there was a great!
deal in imagination?"
"That's true," said Perkins. 4cWhaJ
is your charge-?"
"One dollar," said the doctor.
"WelT, imagine you've got it!" sai
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The notice was displayed boldly in
the window; and Ben Simmons, after
gazing at it thoughtfully fox a min
ute or two, mustered his courage and,
stepped into the shop.
"What kind of boy is It you want?"
he asked the manager.
"Oh," replied that gentleman, "a
decent sort of lad--one who Is quick
and willing, one who " won't loaf
about with a cigarette between his
lips nd whistle, one "
The youth thrust his hgnds into
the pockets of his diminutive trousers
and eyed the manager contemptu
pusly. "Say!" he remarked. "You dont
want a boy at aD. You want a guJfL