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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 22, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 17

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An innocent farmer once sought out a phren
ologist and asked that his "bumps be read."
In revealing to the farmer his temperament
as shown by the aforesaid bumps, the professor
'Tour tastes are the simple, homely ones of
the farmer. You are a farmer, are you not? Ah!
I thought so. And I am right as to your tastes, am
I not? You are sadly deficient in judgment, and
have little knowledge of human nature. Your in
nocent and trustful disposition renders you an
easy dupe t o designing men."
The following week, it appears the phrenolo
gist bought a horse from the innocent farmer. Al
though the nag was old and in bad condition, it
had been made to appear young and skittish.
"It's wonderful," said the fanner to a friend as
he proceeded to a bank to deposit his money. "It's
wonderful that a man should know so much about
men and not a thing about horses."
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A well-known professor was often annoyed
by two Italians playing a street-organ before his
house. Giving his servant some money, he told
her that whenever she heard an brgan she was to
go out and pay the owners to take it away. This
was a failure. The men, instead of coming once
a week, came twice.
One day the sound of the organ disturbed the
professor while working at a certain lecture. This
so annoyed him that he rushed out and ordered
the men away. They refused to go unless he gave
them more money. Enraged at this impertinence,
he raced down the street in search of a policeman.
Just as he turned the corner of the street he
met a sergeant marching nine patrolmen to their
beats. Without speaking, he turned and walked
alongside the procession. When they turned the
corner the Italians saw the professor with the po
licemen. It was enough. They went and never
came back.
Miss Audrey had come to spend the week-end
with friends in a little New Jersey town and ex
hibited a keen interest in the much-talked-of "Jer
sey skeeter."
When the greetings were over and the party
settled down the guest remarked to her host, after
a careful survey of the porch:
"I don't see any mosquito netting around."
"No' answered he, "we're using mouse traps'
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