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I IXADOL; FOR CfcOTKESslij WKE, LET ME LOOK-SEE ll III lOFFEf? you MV POCKET BOOK H I ! V Mrr Z5CEKf M IT, UNO MY i III """"ipTr ! SHE WAS WISE The ladies were discussing a wed ding which took place in their church the previous day. "And do you know," continued the first best-informed lady of the party, "just as Prank and the widow start ed up the aisle to the altar every light in the church went out?" This startling bit of information was greeted by a number of "Ohs!" "What did the couple do then?" finally inquired one. "Kept on going. The widow knew her way.' o o A witty priest was once visiting a "self-made" millionaire, who took him to see, his seldom-used library. "There," said the millionaire, point ing to a table covered with books, "there are my best friends." "Ah," replied the wit, as he glanced at the leaves, "I'm glad you don't cut them!" COURAGEOUS DUELLIST M. Colombey, in his history of duelling, tells an anecdote of a cer tain noted duellist of his time One day this man, M. B ,ywas at Desenne's shooting gallery watching the pistol practice. There was one man who was shooting v?ry well, and Desenne was threatened .nth the loss of all his glass balls and swinging dolls. Every shot was greeted by the spectators with exclamations of ad miration. B looked on for a while, and finally, in a calm voice, i made the remark: "He could not do as well on the field." The object of the slighting remark ' turned around" ,and, in a loud and angry tone, cnea: wno are you to say that? Would you like to test the truth of your remark?" "Willingly," replied the unrecog nized duellist, as he led the way out to a secluded place. After taking their respective posi tions, they drew lots, and it fell tol B to shoot last. He waited irf silence for his'adversary's shot. The man fired and missed. B 1 lowered his pistol. "What did I tell you?" he said, wltH a smile. Then putting his pistol in his pocket, he walked away whistling. t o o A certain Midland doctor was one day out sea-fishing with a friend. During operations the medico's sinker came off and was lost. Here was a dilemma. No sinker, no more fishing that day. Ha! Happy thought his flask. No sooner said than done. The bottle was filled with water, carefully corked, and sent down on its mission. After a few minutes' interval the doctor was lucky enough to pull up a fine pair of whiting, one on each hook. "Ha, doctor," exclaimed his companion, "twins this time!" "Yes," replied the doctor, with a smile, "ani brought up on the bottle, too!"