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THE ATLANTIAN
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WEDDING GIFTS
This is the season when our stock is especially
chosen to delight the heart of the bride.
We have searched the market for gifts that are dis- .
tinctive and in good taste without being extravagant.
Let us save you many weary steps by showing
you our season’s selections and suggesting some
thing “exactly right.”
A present from the jeweler’s shop carries a charm
that never wears off and costs no more.
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Ask Any Man.
Gladys—Mamma, when people get
married, are they made into one.
Mamma—Yes, dear.
Gladys—Which one?
Mamma—Oh, they find that out af
terward, darling.
Would Take no Chances.
“While you are asking papa for
my hand in marriage, Philip, I’ll he
playing something lively on the
piano,” said the sweet young thing.
“No, I wouldn’t do that, Jessica,”
replied the young man, “you know
some people can’t keep their feet still
when they hear lively music.”—Yon
kers Statesman.
Mid-Ocean.
“Are there enough lifeboats for all
the passengers?”
“No.”
“Are there life preservers for every
body?”
“No.”
“Well, hasn’t anything been done in
preparation for shipwreck?”
“Well, the band has learned to play
‘Nearer, My God, to Thee’ in the
dark.”—The Masses.
Went Unanswered.
Senator Borah was talking, at a
dinner at Boise, about an embarrass
ing question that had been asked at
Chicago.
“The question,” he said, smiling,
“went unanswered. It was like little
Willie’s query.
“A young gentleman was spending
the week-end at little Willie’s cottage
at Atlantic City, and on Sunday even
ing after dinner, there being a scar
city of chairs on the crowded piazza
the young gentleman took AVillie on
his lap.
“Then, during a pause in the con
versation, little Willie looked up at
the young gentleman and piped:
“ ‘Am I as heavy as Sister Mabel ?’ ”
—Washington Star.
Well Instructed.
Her head rested on his shoulder
and her little hnnd lay confidingly in
his. ’
“Tell me, Alfred,” said the happy
maiden, “how you ever came to pick
me out as the girl you wanted to
marry.”
“Well, Dora,” replied the ecstatic
man in a gush of confidence ,“it was
omther that put me up to it.”—7Aon’s
Advocate.
Fortunate.
“Did your husband have luck on his
hunting trip?”
“Splendid! Didn’t yon hear?”
“No. AA r hat was it?”
“He got back alive.”—Houston Post
Near.
“He is one of those near-vegeta
rians.”
“What is a near-vegetarian?”
“He never eats meat except when
he is invited out.”—Houston Post.
Her Answer.
The school children had learned
Eugene Field’s poem “Wynken, Blyn-
ken and Nod,” and one afternoon, for
the entertainment of some visitors,
the teacher had them repent it. Think
ing to display how well the children
comprehended the meaning of the
poem she began to ask ques.ions
about it.
“And what were the two little eyes
and the little head doing in their lit
tle boat that was a trundle bed?” she
said.
No hand came up.
“What happens when we go to
sleep?” she went on. Still no sign.
“Why. children, can’t any of you
think what you do when you are sleep
ing?”
Up came the hand of a tiny, brown
eyed maiden.
“Well. Dorothy, you tell us.”
In the sweetest lisp came the an
swer :
“I thnore.”
“Hello.”
“I do have the worst trouble with
the ’phone!”
“What’s the cause?”
“The service, of course. I.et me
show you. ‘Hello, exchange, hello.
Why don’t you answer? I want Mrs.
Brown. Mrs. Julia Brown. What
number? Sixty-two Tanglefoot street.
Number? I just told you. Oh, that?
You mean her telephone number?
AVliy, it’s—there, you’ve gone and put
it all out of my head. I’ll have to
look in the book. Dear, dear, the book
is upstairs. Well, I never in all my
life saw such service!”’—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Easy to Find.
“And did you ever seek the man?”
we asked the office.
“Once or twice,” replied the oflice.
“But I found him waiting outside the
door.”—Cincinnati Enquirer.
Misfits.
It was Robert's first visit to the
Zoo.
“AA’lmt do you think of the ani-
After a critical inspection of the
exhibit the boy replied:
“I think the kangaroo and the ele
phant should change tails.”—Youngs
town Telegram.
Ballot Reform.
“Uncle Gabriel, are you in favor
of votes for women?”
“Does you all mean, sail, dat me an’
Liza bof vote?”
“Yes.”
“Ah suah does favah it, den. Dat
would be four dollnrs.”—Post-Dis
patch.
Wins Either Way.
“They say that a man who has cold
feet is pretty sure to have an active
brain.”
“Yes, either that or a well-filled
purse ”—Record-Herald.
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