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THE ATLANTlAtf
July, 1914
OUTDOOR JEWELRY
AND WATCHES
Now is the season when we all want
freedom from the restraint of delicate
and fragile ornaments and watches.
For summer we offer tasteful but in
expensive Clasps, Chains, Buckles,
Brooches, Hat Pins and even Watches
designed to stand summer usage.
Particularly we mention wrist
watches now all the go with "those
who know" for both men and women.
The least expensive one is the little
INGERSOLL at $2.50 and it’s guar
anteed for accuracy.
The Girl Graduate
Once in her life, usually, a girl
graduates. It is a rare moment
that deserves recognition. A little
gift then is appreciated and re
membered always.
It’s hardly in good taste to give
elaborate gifts to young people but
the thoughtfulness of a simple bit
of jewelry or an inexpensive watch
will give such delight.
Don’t miss this season to make
the young graduate happy.
Even a dollar buys something
appropriate and little watches cost
from $2, $3 and $5 to $30.
A. M. BALDING
JEWELER v
17 Edgewood Avenue ATLANTA, GA
BELL PHONE MAIN 680
All Work Guaranteed
WATCH REPAIRING A SPECIALTY
ON THE WRONG PLATFORM.
That Family Group.
The memorial chapel had been re
built, the luncheon was in course of
progress following the dedication, and
the village carpenter’s turn came to
speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, dear
friends,” he began, his face very red,
“I am a good deal better fitted for
the scaffold than for public speak
ing!” Wthen he realized what he had
said and sat down amid roars of
laughter.
On the Way—Disgusted father—
Well, a college education ought to
make a congressman of Jack.
Friend—How’s that?
Disgusted father—He has introduc
ed another bill.—Columbia Jester.
Got Away With It.
“How’s this?” demanded his wife.
“You were talking about jackpots and
flushes in your sleep last night.”
“I—er—oh- yes! I tried a gam
bling case in court that day,” exclaim
ed the resourceful lawyer.—Kansas
City Journal.
The two brothers had been apart for
years, but Jack had contrived to return
from the colonies in time for the fam
ily reunion. After dinner- which was
of such a kind as to make the wan
derer realize that there is indeed “no
place like home,” Jack drew his broth
er aside, and over a big cigar produc
ed a photograph and said, somewhat
sheepishly:
“You see that group? You see
that little girl in the front row? Well,
it’s on her account that I’ve come
home and lay it at her feet. Yes,
I know it was an odd fancy to take,
but there- I’m like that. And now
that I’ve made the money I’ve come
to you to help me find her.”
“My dear old fellow,” said Fred
kindly, “don’t take it to heart, but—”
“She’s married?”
“It’s not that; but that is a photo
of young Tom Mason. He’s a mem
ber of our amateur dramatic club, and
when that was taken he was filling a
gap by taking a girl’s part.”
Stories With Smiles.
bensiiiveuess—The fat man, leaving
itie ourber siiop, slammed the door vic
iously.
“You’ve lost him, - ’ said the boss.
“You’ve lost him now lor good.”
“1 know,” said the assistant. “But-
hang it! 1 forgot.”
“You shouldn’t forget, George.”
And a gloomly silence followed. We
ventured to break this silence.
“What was the trouble?” we asked.
“George forgot,” said the boss, “to
part the man’s hair. He only just
slicked down the sides and beak.”
“But the man has no hair!” we
cried. “He was a bald as an egg!”
“No matter,” said the boss. “No
matter for that. The balder a man
is, the more punctiliously you must
make the imaginary parting on his
coco, and the more carefully you must
plaster down the imaginary hair to
ieft and right. He’ll quit you for
ever if you don’t.”
We laughed cynically.
“It isn’t so ridiculous as it seems,”
the barber ended. “Every bald man-
by studying his head in a certain
light, manages to find a bit of fuzz
on it. This fuzz he brushes religi
ously a half dozen times a day. It
doesn’t seem to him that he’s bald.
Hair’s a little too thin, perhaps. But
he’s not bald—not bald like Brown
or Smith—oh, no! And you break
his neart when, after you shave Him,
you neglect to brush his fuzz. Is he,
then, really as bald as Smith? Curses,
no! You’re a fool* that’s all! He goes
out, slamming the door, and he patron
izes thereafter a barber who will fuss
over his white dome'as though it was
Samson’s.”—Pittsburgh Chronicle-Tel
egraphy.
Peace With Variations.
Dear Bunch—No more New York!
For me the broad, green fields! For,
bully gee! it’s worth a million to be
free! (No. dear, I’ll wait and milk
at six.) No nauseating subway
curves, with sudden halts and sicken
ing swerves; no banging steam
to scrape my nerves. (Hey, there!
Don’t shake the stove just now!) No
buzzing bells- no telephone; instead,
great pines and walls of stone—these
mountain roads are mine alone. (Horse
sick? Well, then, you’ll have to walk.)
No janitor, no office boy, no single
thing to bore or cloy—just sky and
earth and simple joy! (That cat,
Maria—put her out!) How cozy here!
how snug! how warm! Oh, peaceful
hills! Oh- quiet farm! Oh, soli
tude and sylvan charm! (Huh? What
Bars down—cows out! Well, of all
the doggone—!—!—!!)
—Jane Burr.
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