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THE ATLANTIAN
Throwing Away
Dollars
That is practically what you do when you
waste them on idle pleasure. Worse than
that; for useless spending weakens the
character, as well as the pocketbook.
These dollars deposited in our Savings
Department and persistenly added to,
earning a liberal interest every day in
the year, will soon build up for you a
substantial bank account that will en
able you to accomplish something worth
while.
To encourage home saving, we will
give you a handy Recording Safe.
Deposits with this bank are safeguard
ed by stringent U. S. Government Bank
ing laws.
Fulton National Bank
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
W. J. BLALOCK, President
A. B. SIMMS. Vice-President H. B. KENNEDY. Cashier
Bolling H. JONES. Vice-President R. C. CLAY. Aft. Cashier.
It Was All the Same.
Two doctors met one day, and one
said to the other: “I hear you oper
ated on Smith yesterday. What did
you do that for?”
“Why, for a thousand dollars.”
“Yes, I know,” replied the other;
“but what did you operate for?”
“Why”—with some impatience—
“for a thousand dollars.”
“Yes, yes, I know; but what I mean
is, what did Smith have?”
“Why, Fve told you twice already
—a thousand dollars.”
“This is what I call adding insult
to injury.”
“What’s the trouble?”
“An editor not only returns my
manuscript, but he wants me to sub
scribe for his paper.”—Age-Herald.
“Well, well,” said Dr. Bigbill, as
he met a former patient on the street,
“I’m glad to see you again, Mr.
Brown, how are you this morning?”
“First, doctor,” said Mr. Brown,
cautiously, “does it cost anything to
tell you?”—Detroit Free Press.
“There’s one thing I will say for
my first two husbands.”
“What’s that?”
“They always paid their alimony
promptly.”—Detroit Free Press.
She: All extremely bright men are
conceited, anyway.
He: Oh, I don’t know: I’m not.—
Boston Transcript.
A Spartan Youth.
It was raining hard one Sunday,
and the little boy asked his mother if
they weren’t going to Sunday school.
“No, not today, dear,” she answer
ed, “it’s too muddy and it’s raining
too hard.”
“Well, Mamma,” said the little Pu
ritan, “it was raining yesterday and
we went to the circus.”
The mother immediately made prep
arations to go.
Where Misery Loved Company.
He was a long-suffering traveler on
a little single-track railroad, and he
complained bitterly to one of the train
men about the lateness of the train
and the irregularity of the service. The
employe remonstrated in virtuous in
dignation. “I’ve been on this here line,
sir,” he began, “upward of eight years
and—”
“Have you, indeed?” interrupted the
traveled sympathetically. “At what
station did you get on?”
“My son, it is a great deal harder
to spend money with good judgment
than it is to make it.”
“Well, father, let me take half the
burden off your hands. You make it
and I’ll spend it.”—Boston Transcript.
“Is that a man or a deer in the
thicket ?”
“I guess it’s safe to call it a deer,”
opined the guide. “If it had been a
man he would have taken a shot at
us by this time.”—Washington Herald.
When Pa Scored One.
“Pa,” said Tommy, asking his first-
question that evening, “is a vessel a
boat ?”
“Well, yes,” said Pa, trying to read
his paper; “you can call a vessel a
boat, certainly.”
“Well, what kind of a boat is a
blood vessel?”
“A lifeboat, of course. Now run
off to bed.”
Just the Same.
“Daughter” said the father, “your
young man, Rawlings, stays until a
very late hour. Has not your mother
said something to you about this habit
of his?”
“Yes, Father,” replied the daughter
sweetly, “Mother says men haven’t al
tered a bit.”
True Courtesy.
“They tell me you love good music,”
said the lady, playing at the piano, to
her musical friend.
“Oh,” said the polite friend, “that
doesn’t matter. Pray go right on.”
Unsympathetic.
“Willie," whispered auntie in the
street car, “why don’t you get up and
give your seat to your father? Doesn’t
it pain you to see him reaching for the
strap?”
“Not in a car,” responded the
youngster, settling back comfortably
in his seat.—Ray Trim Nathan, New
York.
A Slender Diet.
“What animal is satisfied with the
least nourishment?” asked a proud
father.
“The moth,” replied his son confi
dently. “It eats nothing but holes.”
An Up-to-Date Photographer.
It was indeed an enterprising pho
tographer who advertised as follows:
Your own baby, if you have one, can
be enlarged, tinted and framed for
nine dollars and seventy-five cents a
dozen.
His Reason Was Good.
The colored defendant who was be
ing tried on a charge of keeping a dog
without a license, tried repeatedly to
interrupt the legal proceedings, but
each time was sternly silenced by the
court. Finally the judge turned to
him:
“Do you want the court to under
stand,” he said, “that you refuse to
renew your dog license?”
“Yessah, but—”
“We want no ‘buts.’ You must re
new the license or be fined. You know
that it expired on January first, don’t
you ?”
“Yessah, but so did de dog, sah.”
“Son!”
“Well, dad?”
“Did you pick out that suit of
clothes of your own accord, or is it
part of the hazing you have to go
through ?”—Courier-J ournal.
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