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10 THE ATL ANTI AN A VAULTING AMBITION. “The malefactor of great wealth, as election day approaches, keeps getting it harder and harder all along the line. In a Pullman the other day, I administered a regular solar plexus to a malefactor of great wealth myself.” The speaker was Jerome S. McWade, the sociologist of Duluth. With a loud laugh, he continued: “I accidentally got into conversation with the old fellow on the way to Chica go. He told me who he was—a world- famous name. Then, for all his black record, he began to boast with real affec tion, the same as you or I might do, about his little grandson. “ ‘And the young rascal,’ he ended, twisting his white moustache complacent ly—‘the young rascal says he wants to grow up to be just like me!’ ‘ ‘ ‘ Oh, don’t let that worry you, ’ said I, with a cold sneer. ‘Why, when I was a youngster my one ambition was to be a safecracker.’ ” AN EASY LITTLE PRIMIER LESSON. See the Mad Dog. Also see the Innocent Bystander. The one froths at the Mouth. The oth er shudders with Dread. The Policeman takes Aim. Can the Innocent Bystander possibly Escape! Yes. For—see! The Policeman’s Re volver misses Fire!—Kansas City Star. “Mrs. Codgers is dreadfully afraid of embonpointremarked Mrs. Gadsley. “Is that so?” chirped Mrs. Wopper. “My favorite Awnt had it, and the poor thing just wasted away! ’ ’—Birmingham Age-Herald. W. L. ALCUTT, Conductor, Southern Railway, and Member Division 457, O. R. C.; First Treasurer Division 07 SOME HAND FOR A SICK MAN From the Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. One morning at breakfast the young ster said: “Dad, where wuz yer last night?” J. M. SITTON, Member Division 368, B. of L. E., Engineer Southern Railway. “Never you mind where I was,” an swered the father. “But,” insisted the boy, “where wuz yer?” “Well, if you must know, I was sit ting up with a sick friend.” “Oh, did yer sick friend die?” “What an absurd question! Of course, he didn’t die.” ‘ ‘ Oh, but did you hoiu your sick friend’s hand?” “No,” answered the father. “How foolish you are! Of course, I didn’t. ’ ’ And then he added, with a faraway look in his eyes, “I wish to heaven I had. He held four aces.” CAPACIOUS COMMANDMENTS “A little girl at our morning serv ice yesterday,” said the Rev. James E. Craig, “knelt beside her mother while the Commandments were being read. When the rector read: ‘ On these two commandments hang all of the law and the prophets,’ the little girl whispered: “ ‘Mamma, how many’ “ ‘ Sh! ’ hissed her mamma. “ ‘But, mamma, how’ many prophets are there?’ “ ‘Why, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Zephaniah, Ilabbakuk, Jonah, Haggai, Malachi, dearie. I can’t think of all of them without looking them up, but I fancy there must have been about twenty.’ “ ‘Twenty? And they hanged ’em all on two commandments?’ ”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. A thankful heart is not only the great est virtue, but the parent of all other virtues.—Cicero. HOW HE TOOK THE PICKLE. The physician had been treating a man for dyspepsia for a long time, and final ly, wishing to know how his patient was coming on, ho told him to take a dill pickle just before going to bed and see if he could hold it on his stomach over night. The next day the man called and the physician asked him the result. ‘ ‘ Oh, it was all right, doctor, ’ ’ he said, “as long as I W’as a,wake; but when I went to sleep it rolled off.” J. L. BURNETT, President Burnett Wall Company—“Better Be Than Sorry.” FOILED AGAIN. “If you were asked to get ready to start next Thursday on a long journey, do you think you could do so!” asked her rich omploycr, who was a widower. “Oh, I—much would depend upon the kind of journey it was to be,” she re plied. “I mean a pleasant journey—a jour ney that' would last for a month or more.'” “And should I have company on the journey!” ‘ ‘ Well, I hadn’t thought of that. No, I don’t believe you would. I should ex pect you to go alone.” ‘ ‘ Then I don’t believe I could get ready, ’ ’ she said, turning to her type writer and making four mistakes in the first line of the letter she had begun.— Chicago Record-Herald. HIS WEAPON. Paper. Safe E. Trowbridge Dana, grandson of the poet Longfellow, who was recently mar ried in Cambridge with a beautiful ritual of his own composition, said the other day to a reporter: “If all couples gave to marriage the profound thought and reverence that my wife and I give to it, there would be fewer mismatings. “The average married pair, it some times seems to me, are like the Binkses. “ ‘Pa,’ said little Tommy Binks one day, ‘what’s a weapon!’ “•‘A weapon, my son,’ Binks an swered, ‘is something to fight with.’ “ ‘Then, pa,’ said little Tommy, ‘is ima your weapon!’ ” . ’si While You Work—Plan You don’t always expect to toil and struggle just to make a living. Today—this week—this month, you have health and strength to turn into Dollars, but you have no right to spend All These Dollars; tomorrow you will Need them. So while you work for dollars, Plan to save some of them to work for You. Start Your Savings Account the next pay day—One Dollar will start an ac count in this Strong Progressive Bank. 4°Jo on Savings Travelers Bank & Trust Co. 56 Peachtree St. Branch, 297 Marietta St.