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16 THE ATLANTIAN
Are you saving your money to
invest in the next issue of the Liberty
Loan?
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Uncle Sam is spending $21,000,000,000.00 a year—over
$57,000,000.00 every day, it is estimated, in a war “to make
the world safe for Democracy.” He will certainly call on
you again to assist him in financing the great undertaking.
Will you be ready to help your Government, when help
is needed?
By depositing regularly every week a part of your in
come in our Savings Department, you will not only be pre
pared to invest in the next issue of Liberty Bonds, but the
reserve you build will be safe, earning interest, and ready for
any emergency instantly on call.
Central Bank & Trust Corporation
Candler Building
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
ASA G. CANDLER, President
JOHN S. OWENS Vice President A. P. COLES Vice President
WALTER T. CANDLER Cashier H. C. HEINZ . Asst. to the V.'-Pres.
CARL II. LEWIS -Asst. Cashier J. p. WINDSOR Asst. Cashier
F. McWIIORTER Asst. Cashier A. J. STITT Asst. Cashier
4% Sibr PAID on savings
HOW HE STOOD.
In the midst of an election in Den
ver, a little girl sat in church with
her suffragette mother, listening to
a minister who was preaching with
much earnestness and emphatic ges
tures. When he had finished, the lit
tle girl turned to her mother and
asked:
“Mother, was he for or against
God?”
WELL WORTH IT.
A little three-years-old hoy was
eating sugar when his* pape came
upon him and exclaimed:
“Look here, boy 1 Do you know us-
gar is ten cents a pound now?”
"Well, it’s worth every cent of it,”
was the unhesitating reply.
COULDN’T FOOL HIM.
"The orn of the ’dner is ’eard on
the ’ill,” sang, the little boy at the
Ragged School treat. But somehow
his version of that line in “Kathleen
Mavourneen” jarred on the nerves of
the old sqdire.
"My little man,” he said, kindly,
“why don’t you put a few more
aitches in your song?”
*'Garn 1” advised the little man, po
litely. “Don’t yer know there ain’t
no ‘h* in moosic? It only goes up
ter Gl”
UNNATURAL BORN.
“Are you a natural born citizen of
the United States?” questioned a reg
istrar of a lanky Virginia negro who
presented himself at a Richmond
precinct for registration for Uncle
Sam’s draft army.
“No, sahl” returned the darkey
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glibly, “I wuz born with three fingers
m'ssmg’ from muh lef’ hand.”
A BARGAIN HUNTER.
Lola, aged five, was being shown
her twin brothers who had been born
the night before.
Gazing upon them reflectively she
remarked:
“Well, I never saw such a woman
qs mother for hunting bargains.”
YOUNG PATRIOTISM.
It was little Nan’s birthday. She
was just three years and her mother
had kept her promise that she would
allow her to remain up until eight-
thirty. To Nan it was the grandest
thing of her short life to watch the
twinkling stars over head as they
would 1 seemingly appear in great
numbers as if the angels lighted and
relighted them night after night.
Soon the clock struck for half-past
eight.
“Come to bed, mama’s darling,”
called her mother. But she failed to
hear little Nan’s tiny feet upon the
floor.
"Oh! mama,” suddenly burst forth
the young voice, "tome an’ see th’
stars. Ain’t dey butiful?”
“YeSi dear,” answered her mother
as she drew near, “but you must go
to bed now.”
“Alwight, muvver, but will you
promise one thing?”
“Yes, of course, what is it, dear?”
answered her mother in a puzzled
tone.
“Well, mama dear, th’ stars are all
out by dey selves, will you call me
when the stripes come out?”
WHY WORRY.
The worry cow would have lived till
now,
If she’d only saved her 'breath;
But she feared the hay wouldn’t last
all day,
So she choked herself to death.
THE ONLY WAY.
Doctor—“You must be careful and
follow the right direction for taking
those pills.”
Pat—“G’wan w'd yel There’s only
wan direction fer them tuh go.”
A WIDE-AWAKE CONSTABLE.
“Ye say ye aint been speedin’, eh?”
said Silas, as he stopped the car.
“Nary a speed,” said the chauffeur,
September, 1917
trying to be amiable.
‘When did ye leave Quinceville?”
demanded Silas, suspiciously.
“Five o’clock this morning,” said
the chauffeur, with a wink at his* com
panion.
“Five this mornin,’ eh?” said the
constable, catching the wink. “Taken
ye six hours to come four miles.
Wa-al, I guess I’ll run ye in, anyhow,
only I’ll change the complaint from
overspeedin’ to obstructin’ the high
way.”
WANTED TO GO BACK.
“Your honor,” said the young law
yer, pausing after an hour’s rhetori
cal pyrotechnics, “I beg your pardon,
but do you follow me?”
“I have so far,” answered the
magistrate, shift : ng wearily in his
chair, %ut I’ll say frankly, that if I
thought I could find my way back
I’d quit right here.”
Little Mabel has red hair and
comes from Rhode Island. Recently
on hearing some boys speaking of
some girl as that “chicken” she im
mediately wanted to know what that
expression meant. On be : ng told
that it was a very slangy term for
a young girl, she pondered a while,
then said with a smille: “Well, if
they call girls chickens, I guess I
must be a Rhode Island Red.”
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