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14 THE ATLANTIAN CONUNDRUM MAN ONCE MORE. “Sal,” whispered the man with the iridescent whiskers and the green hand kerchief, leaning over the desk of the man with the bashful bald spot, accord ing to the Chicago Post. “I’ve got a dandy for you today. You can use it if you want to. It’s nothing to me. I believe when a man's a friend of a man he ought to give the man the benefit of what good ideas come to 1dm from time to time. Live and let live is my motto. ’ ’ 1 ‘ Wo ’re not handling mottoes today. What is the other thing!” asks the man at the desk, absent-mindedly trying to sharpen his fountain pen. “What is the difference between a policoman who got his appointment through the influence of a brother-in- law who is in cahoots with an Alderman and who is detailed to nrrest people who have no vehicle license upon their wagons and carriages, and a civil service clerk whose duties consist in registering the descriptions and numbers of automo biles?” ‘ ‘ Why is a policeman who arrests three dozen hoboes less roar like a man who happens up an alley and finds a chunk of dynamite behind a handbook shop?” asks the man with the hiatus on his head. ‘ Because he has located bum 32. Good morning.” “Very well, hisses the man with the luminous whiskers. ‘ ‘ Very well! The answer to mine is that one nabs the tagless and the other tabs the nagless, but I shall give it to some more meritori ous Iiterateur. ” And the door closed, shutting off the breeze. A GRIEVOUS FAULT. The new colored laundress had just returned the week’s wash, says the New York Times. Said the lady of the apart ment: “Delia, these clothes are done up very well indeed.' ’ “Yes, I was taught laundry at Hamp ton School. ’ ’ “So you went to Hampton, did you? It’s a very good school.” “Oh, yes, it’s a very good school,” replied the dusky washlady judicially, “But they teach no languages there.” PIECE WORK. Customer—What do you mean by that sign, ‘Shaving pessimists, 25 cents?” Barber—That’s because it takes more time to shave a man with a long face.— Judge. SHEEP RAISING IN VIRGINIA. It is beautiful to hear our Virginia friends talk about sheep raising. They can make that industry look like a relax ation. Everything favors it. The lush valleys, the swelling mountainsides, the long reaches of sumptuous pasturage, etc. Why should not Virginia become a great sheep raising State and the wool roll up into huge white masses under the manipu lation of the shearers? Why, indeed? There is only one thing to prevent, and that a mere mangy yellow dog. But let some incautious statesman say one word about the regulation of dogs, and Virginia, from Norfolk, to Danville and from Winchester to tidewater, rises as one man in explosive protest. Every farmhouse becomes a bristling fortress. Every farmer a truculent, swashbuckling warrior. Sheep are all very well. Ev erybody loves to see the little lambs frisking about and the flocks grazing on a thousand hills. Everybody knows, moreover, that it means easy money for the grower, pianos and automobiles and fashion journals and all the rest of it for the family; but there is old Heck sprawl ing in the sun, snapping at the flies, chas ing fleas up and down his leg, and distill ing bad smells for the delectation of the children. Old Heck that runs under the kitchen stove and growls when a stranger enters the gate, and ranges far and wide by night in search of unresisting prey. Kill Heck, or keep him tied up in the corn crip, or do anything else calculated to curb his instincts or bridle his activi ties? Not much. Rather than that, the deluge. And this is one reason why Virginia has not become a great sheep raising State. There are other reasons, but they do not count. Bullseycs are sometimes scored by ac cident. The scorer keeps mum, and the world applauds. JOS. A. McCORD, Atlanta, Vice - President Third National Bank, Member Currency Commis sion and Federal, Legislative Committee,A. B. A. JNO. K. OTTLEY, Atlanta, Vice-President Fourth National Bank, Chairman Executive Com mittee Clearing House Section and Member Executive Council, A. B. A. T. R. PRESTON, Chattanooga, Tenn., President Hamilton National Bank, and Member Executive Council, A. B. A.