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TRUE BUSINESS INSTINCT
Tophaltfs ws the smartest em
porium for miles around. Tou had
to be the last word in "go" before
situation was obtained in that ee-
tblishment Keen business men fill-
id every post.
L3vJ one afternoon wnen traae was
full swing an unfortunate cua-
mer fell down the first floor stairs.
"Helti!" he groaned in agony. "I
lo believe I've broken my legl"
A shopwalker immediately flew to
"Broken your leg, sir?" he in-
lulred sympathetically. And then, in
tafp, clear tones: "Cork legs!
:hird counter on the Tight, sir! For-
rard, Miss Davies!"
Doctor The room" seems cold,
Hooligan. Have you kept the
ermoMetef at 70. as I told you?
Its. Hooligan Sure an' Oi have,
octhor. There's th' thing in a toom-
glfer of warrum wather at this blisaid
I "lu, t lOrtt SEE vWY hoj"
. HvftNT TO QUIBBLE ABOUT IT. )
Wjnr UM6ERGEfc CHEESE? "
OF COURSE THE BOY WON
Friday afternoon. Mr. Grigson was
busy, and, being particularly anxious
to get away early from the ofilce,
greatly resented the arrival of vis-
Still, business is business; and
word had come up that there was a
gentleman downstairs waiting to see
him on an important matter. So Mr,
Grigson swallowed his resentment
and bade the messenger bring up the
The gentleman entered a cheeky
looking whipper-snapper, four feet
nothing in his socks.
Mr. .Grigson glared at him angrily.
"What the dickens d'you mean by
saying you want to see me on Im
portant business?" he thundered.
"Aren't you the boy who was here st
a weelror so ago looking for a Job?"
"Then what the " began Mr.
Grigson, now purple in the face. But
the youth interrupted him.
"You said then, Bir," he remarked
calmly, "that you wanted an older
boy. That's why I've come back
again now!" s
HIS NAME WAS GEORGE
The next-door neighbor scornfully
surveyed the bride of two weeks
Chopping her firewood in the back
"I should have thought it was your
husband's place to do that chop
ping," she remarked, and forthwith
proceeded to give the young wife a
lecture on the way to "keep hue
"But, Mrs. Morgan," stammered
the newly-wed, proudly defending
absent one, "Georgie has more im
portant things on his mind than
"And haven't you?" Bnapped the
Women's Rights advocate.
"Why, , no," rejoined the bride,
blushing a little. "All I have on my
mind 13 Georgia!"