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THE ATLANTIAN
December, 1&15
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Save Your Small Change
The dimes and quarters that you spend
' carelessly may not seem important; but
many a substantial bank account has
grown by just such contributions.
Open a Savings Account with this bank
where your money will be protected by
U. S. Government laws and earn 3 1-2
per cent, interest, compounded twice a
year. To encourage home savings, we
will give you a handy recording safe.
Fulton National Bank
Atlanta, Ga.
WILLIAM J. BLALOCK, President.
ARTHUR B. SIMMS, Vice President.
BOLLING H. JONES, Vice President.
HENRY B. KENNEDY, Cashier.
RYBURN G. CLAY, Assistant Cashier.
One Measure of a Good Time.
Harry had attended the Christmas
party of a little friend and enjoyed
it very much, especially the candy and
other goodies. A few days later the
mother of his little host met him and
asked:
“Did you have a good time, Harry,
at Orrin’s party?”
“I should say so!” responded Harry
enthusiastically. “Why, mamma had
to sit jup with me three nights, I was
so sick.”
Rank Injustice.
“Pa,” inquired a seven-year-old seek
er after the truth, “is it true that
school-teachers get paid?”
“Certainly it is,” said the father.
“Well, then,” said the youth indig
nantly, “that ain’t right. Why should
the teachers get paid when us kids
do all the work?”
Not Easily Understood.
One day while George Ade was
traveling in the Orient he came up on
a fellow passenger in heated discus
sion with an old Arab. The lady, a
school teacher from Indiana, com
plained to Mr. Ade that after study-
rng Arabic for years, in preparation
for this trp, she could not understand
.1 word that the native sa.d.
“Never mind,” said Aid, consolingly.
“Can’t you see that he hasn’t a tooth
in his head? He’s talking gum-Ara-
bic.”
•• Bom Diplomat.
“Harry, I am beginning to believe
the baby looks like you.” J
“Are you, dear?”
“Yes, I notice it more and more ev
ery day. I’m so glad.”
“Do you really want him to look
like me?”
“Of course I do. I’ve been sorry
ever since we had him christened that
we didn’t give him your name.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t know hovv
happy you make me by saying that.”
“And, Harry dear, I found the love
liest hat today. I don’t believe Tgver
saw anything that was so becoming to
me. It’s $25. Do you think I ought
to pay that much for a hat?”—Chi
cago Record. y
Old Noah.
When old Noih began building his-
boat, the landlubbers, the frog-pond
croakers, called him crazy. They pro
claimed that the ship carpehter was
off his base. These harpers and critics
said old Noah was a bug.
They said that the very fact l )e was
building an ark would bring on a flood.
Preparations would start something.
Some time after that, and while Cap-.
tain Noah sat on the bow of his boat, 1
his self-respect seemed to increase, and
he often wondered just what had be
come of his critics.—“The SilSnt Part
ner”
; j Making It Fit.
“Did you hear about the defacement
-'of Mr. Skinner’s tombstone?” asked
-;Mr. Brown a few days after the fun
eral of that eminent captain of indus-
- try.
“No, what wa$ it?” inquired his
■neighbor, curiously.
... “Some one added the word ‘friends’
:to the epitaph.
“What was the epitaph?”
- “‘He did his best.’”
* How He Would Improve It.
“What do you think of our scheme
for the Christmas decorations?” she
’.inquired. “Is it holly over laurel
- ’-leaves.”
“Very good,” he replied, “but per
sonally I should prefer mistletoe over
‘yew.”
;-y Helping Him Out.
v The ceremony was over when an el-
'iderly friend of the bride waddled up
to extend his good wishes and cori-
.■gratulations. Unfortunately he could
-not distinguish between the bridegroom
iand an unsuccessful suitor and con-
Fgratulated the latter.
:a: Witnessing the young man’s embar
rassment, the bride turned quickly, say-
•ing:
“Oh, I’m so sorry he isn’t the man
?rto be congratulated, Mr. B . Here’s
■ my husband over here.”
... ; ’
The Patient’s Own Diagnosis.
The physicians were consulting be
side the bed of a man supposed to
have appendicitis.
“No,” said one of them decisively,
“I think we should wait until he gets
stronger before operating.”
The other doctor opened his mouth
to speak, but the patient beat him to it.
“What do you take me for?” he
asked feebly. “A cheese?”
She Prpved His Ignorance.
“It seems to me, my dear,” remarked
the young husband, at the Christmas
dinner, “that there is something wrong
with this cake.”
“That shows what you know about
it,” laughed the bride triumphantly,
“because it says in the cook book that
it is perfectly delicious.”
Ma’s Apprehension.
Mother to father after hearing her
son rehearse the Greek alphabet: “Ez
ra, we can’t let Silas go back to col
lege again.”
“Why not?”
“He has learned to swear. I just
beard him say Alfred beat-her, damn-
her, pelt-ehr.”—Penn State Froth.
He Wasn’t Looking.
Floorwalker—(To man who seems
undecided which way to go)—Are you
looking for something?
Party addressed—No, sir. I’ve lost
my wife.
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