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ABOUT EVEN . "Will you love me when the roses r i,r Fade from my cheeks?" asked she, . . .'When my hair has turned to silver . a And I'm wrinkled as can be?" "Will you love me?" back he ques tioned, "When you find that I've grown fat? When you see a hairless desert Ev'ry time I lift my hat? j , .When you notice corrugations, y ' Like a washboard's, on my brow, -And my teeth are manufactured, ' ' Will you love me then as now?" Then she said, "Well, the chance 111 take, it seems to be an even break." o o . . Middle West report that hens won't .- lay because of the intense heat la J 'another Wall street lie. Hens won't -4ay because eggs have gone to 36 cents, that's all. We're boarding 30 . Jiens and we know. . . GRIN, BILLIKEN, GRIN. By Berton Braley. Billiken, Billiken, sit there and grin, grin at the woe and the trouble I'm in. What if Fm busted and worried and sad, what if the future looks gloomy and bad, what do you care, you fat Idol of Pun, laughing at life and the way it is run? You just look on, if I lose or I win. Billiken, sit there and grin! Billiken, Billiken, sit there and grin. Sometimes I hate you and hate you like sin. Sometimes, when everything's going askew, I'd like to take a good wallop at you. Then as I glare at youup on your shelf, some how I find I am grinning myself, find that your mirth and my own are akin. Billiken, Billiken, sit there and grin I Billiken, Billiken, sit there and grin, fat little god with the humorous chin. When I imagine I'm sad as can be, lo, I discover you're grinning at ME! Life seems, a wonderful joke in you sight fat, little god, I believe you a- o right So I salute you, old fellow- -you win! Billiken, Billiken, sit there and grin! o o TOO ZEALOUS A highway surveyor in Germany was called upon to build a new road. He proceeded with his task in an in dustrious, methodical manner, and after much labor and painstaking the road was staked out It was Saturday night when this part of the work was finished, ar l before going home the surveyor call ed upon the mayor of the village. He explained what he had done, and added: "I must ask you to see that the poles are not stolen over Sunday." On the Monday morning the sur veyor was ready in good season to proceed with his Job, but every stake had been carried off. He went in haste to the mayor's house. . "Oh, yes," said that intelligent pub lic functionary. "I bad them locked up for safety in the Town .Hall"