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THE ATLANTIAN
November, 1916
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THE DOCTOR KNEW.
“My doctor told me I would have to
quit eating so much meat.” ’
“Did you laugh at him?”
“I did at first, but when he sent in
his bill I found he was right.”
“I want a bowl of tomato soup,”
ordered one man, “ a plate of beans,
bread and butter, a piece of apple pie
and a glass of water.”
The waiter seemed quzzled for a
instant; then he shouted into the tube
as follows:
“One splash of red nose, platter
of Saturday nights, dough well done
with cow to cover, Eve with the lid on
and a chaser of Adam’s ale!”
KNOWLEDGE DEARLY BOUGHT.
“Eddie,” said mother sternly, “you
should not fight with thata Jimson
boy.”
“I know it, ma„” said Eddi peni
tently.
“That’s right. And when did you
find out?“
..About a minute after I hit him.”
AS SOMETIMES PRONOUNCED
“What do you think of that? Now
that I have bought the car I can’t find
a good driver.”
“It‘s hard luck to spend three thous
and dollars and have nothing to chauf
feur it.”
Gunter-Watkins Drug Co.
Cor. Peachtree and Walton St.
PRESCRIPTIONS
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and filled by experienced Licensed Pharmacists.
We Want Your Business.
PRESERVING THE WRECKAGE.
Bobby came home in bad shape one
day, with his fact bruised and battered
and two of his front teeth missing.
Upon iross-examination he admitted he
had been involved in a physiral diffi
culty with another boy, who had ap
parently held his own well.
“Now, Bobby,” his mother said, “I
told you not to fight, but you have
been at it again and have lost two of
your teeth.”
“Ah, no, I didn’t lose ’em,” said
Bobby cheerfully. “I’ve got ’em both
in my pocket.”
THE CORRECT DIAGNOSIS.
The physician had been called in
haste to see a small negro who was ill.
After a brief examination the doctor
announced: “This boy has eaten too
much watermelon.”
“Oh, doctah,” expostulated the par
ent of the ailing one, “dey ain’t no
sich t’ing as too much watahmillion.
Dat niggah jus’ ain’ got ‘nough
stomach.”
SHE COMPLAINED.
Briggs—Do you wear evening clothes
when you call on Miss Blisswell?
Griggs—No. I did, but she com
plained about my stiff shirt bosom be
ing hard on her check.
COULDN’T FAZE HER.
Nellie, aged four, was gazing intently
at her aunt’s bonnet.
“Well, dear,” asked the aunt at last,
“what do you thnk of it?”
“Oh,” replied the small observer,
“I think it’s all right. Mother said
it was a perfect fright, but it doesn’t
scare me a bit.”
PA KNEW.
“Pa,” said little Willie Green, “what
is a sense of humor?”
“A sense of humor, my son,” res
ponded Pa Green, “is that which makes
you lapgh when a thing happens to
someone else, that would make you
mad if it happened to you.”
New Arrival—Is the bathing here
and good?
Friend—Great! The entire chorus
of the “Follies of 1916” is staying at
this place.
ONE WAY TO DO IT.
“Father, how do you fill a fountain
pen?” asked Johnny.
“Well,” asked his father, “is it your
pen that you want to fill ”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, then, my boy,” thoughtfully
answered father, “I would fill the bath
tub with ink, and then get in and fill
the pen.”
SHERRER’S
PURE FOOD
O. W. GILBERT, Manager
Sherrer’s Lunch Room
“NEVER CLOSED”
Greatest Variety in Atlanta
From All Markets in the United States
Caters to Lady Patronage
No. 33 Whitehall Street