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THE ATLANTIAN
July, 1917
A. L. CURTIS
DRU G S
35 W. Mitchell Street
Atlanta,
Georgia
Twenty-Four Years In Business
Nineteen Years at My Present Stand
My Motto has always been
"THE BEST”
A. L. CURTIS
DRUGS
35 W. Mitchell Street
Atlanta, Georgia
“You are not compounding that
prescription as I would,” remarked
the stranger who had dropped in.
“Dump in a little of this and a pinch
of that."
"What do you mean? Are you a
druggist?”
“Nope."
“Then what do you mean by tell
ing me how to run my business?”
“Oh, I’m tVie manager of the ball
team. I notice you in the bleachers
occasionally handing me unsolicited
advice.”
TWO OF A KIND.
Patrick O’Mally, wearing a long
face, came into the colonel’s tent and
requested a leave of absence.
Didn’t I give you a furlough only
two months ago?” asked the colonel.
Pat wiped a tear from his eye.
“Yis sorr, but this imorning I receiv
ed a letter from home saying me
wife’s down with fever an’ longin’
for the sigih't o me ’fore she goes.”
“See here, O’Mally,” blazed the col
onel, "Iv’e got it on you this time I
I got a letter from your wife yester
day, saying you did not draw a sober
breath during your last furlough,
and asking me not to give you any
more. So I guess that ends it.*
Crestfallen, Pat turned to go. Just
before he reached the door he -hesi
tated. then turned:
“Colonel.”
“Yes.”
“May I say a word?”
“Go ahead.”
“As man to man?” asked Pat.
“Certainly!” roared the colonel.
“Well, colonel, I jist wanted to say
there were two mighty illigant liars
in this tent. 1 ain’t got no wife.”—
Los Angeles Times.
To succeed in any line of work you
do not have to be a genius, but pou
must, above all else, be reliable, and
if you will add diligence and close
attention to detail, you need have no
fear about the final results, because
all things are bought and must be
paid for with a price, and reliability
is the price of success.
HE ADVISED HIM.
He was a young lawyer, and the
judge thought he would give him a
chance. So Jte instructed:
“Mr. Smith, suppose you take the
prisoner into my private room, have
a talk with him, hear his story and
then, as man to man, give him the
best advice that you can. Then come
back and report to the court."
The young lawyer disappeared and
in half an hour he returned to the
courtroom, but minus his client, the
prisoner.
“Go ahead, Mr. Smith, tell the court
the result of your talk,” instructed
the judge.
“Well, your honor, I heard his
story,” answered the young lawyer,
“and I saw at once that he had no
chance at all. If ever a man is guilty,
that man is. He acknowledges every
point.”
“Well, bring in the prisoner,” said
the judge.
“Bring in the prisoner?” echoed the
young lawyer in surprise. “Why I
can’t, your honor. I did as you in
structed. I gave him the best advice
I knew.”
“Well, what was it?” asked the
judge.
“Why,” said the young lawyer, “I
saw he had not the ghost of a chance
and I told him if I were in his place
I’d get out of your window, slide
down the water pipe and beat it. And
he did I”
DEFINITIONS.
Miser: A man who kills two birds
with one stone and then wants the
stone back.
Tact: The art of saying nothing
when there is nothing to be said.
Epigram: An artistic way of say
ing something that is not true.
THE DOCTOR’S ERROR.
Velpeau, the great French surgeon,
successfully performed a serious op
eration on a little child. The mother,
overjoyed, called at the surgeon’? of
fice and said:
“Monsieur, my child’s life is saved
and I do not know how to express
my gratitude to you. Allow me, how
ever, to present to you this pocket-
book embroidered by my own hands.”
The great surgeon smiled sarcas
tically. “Madame,” he said, “my art
is not merely a matter of feeling. My
life has its necessities like yours. Al
low me, therefore, to decline your
charming present, and to request
some more substantial remuneration.”
“But, monsieur,” asked the lady,
“what remuneration do you desire?”
“Five thousand francs.”
The lady quiet’y opened the pocket-
book, which contained ten notes of a
thousand francs each, counted out
five of them and politely handing
them to the amazed physician, re
tired.
HE STUTTERED TOO.
Three strangers were in the Pull
man smoker, when one of them turned
to another and asked:
“H-How f-f-f-far is it t-t-to P-P-P-
Pittsburg?”
The man addressed made no reply,
but got up and left the car. The stut
terer then turned to the third man,
who gave him the information.
A few moments afterward the third
man met the one who had left the
car, and said:
“See here! Why did you go out
without answering, when that man
asked you a civi 1 question?”
“DhD-Do you think I w-w-wanted to
g-g-g-get m-my head knocked off?” was
the answer.
Beethoven composed some of his
greatest works when he was deaf.
There is more than a gallon of
trouble in some pint bottles.
Lawrence Floral
Company
138 Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga.
Choice Cut Flowers
FOR ALL OCCASIONS
Designs of all Kinds our Specialty
No Order too Large or too Small.
W. C. LAWRENCE
Secretary and Treasurer
FORMERLY WITH WEST VIEW.