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THE ATLANTIAN
November, 1921
JACOBS’
10 CONVENIENT STORES
IN ATLANTA
One in Your Neighborhood
No Matter Where You Live
LARGE FRESH STOCKS, SERVICE OF THE
BETTER KIND—POLITE, EFFICIENT
SALES PEOPLE AND
Lowest Prices Always!
Visit Our Clean, Cool Soda Fountains, Where De
lightful Beverages, Cake, Pie and Sand
wiches Are Served.
A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING.
When an elbow, vigorously used in
debate, hits the edge of a plate of
soup, the soup spatters. Also, the ta
blecloth suffers. It happened at Gie-
senheimer's Hungarian restaurant on
the East Side. Giesenheimer was
mad. He strode to the offender’s
table. “Ain’t you ashamed of your
self? Ain’t you got no honor? Sup
pose you would do such a thing in the
Ritz-Carlton or the Biltmore, what
would they say to you?”
“What would they say to me?" re
peated the owner of the elbow. “They
would say: ‘If you want to do such a
thing, go down to Giesenheimer’s.’”
—New York Evening Post.
DEAD RECKONING.
First Sea Dog (playing golf, to
partner): That's six you’ve had.
Second Ditto: ‘Tisn’t—it’s five!
I had to go astern in that bunker—
then I had one shot hard aport—an
other on the starboard tack, an’ final
ly ’bout ship, so ’tis five.—London
Opinion.
A SPECIAL OCCASION.
The Hostess: I’ve got a new maid
coming to see me tomorrow.
The Guest: How delightful! What
are you going ot wear?
Highbrow: What was the charming
thing that Herr Schlitz just played on
the piano?
Lowbrow: Havoc!—Yale Record.
LOVE FINDS A WAY.
The man and the bride were among
the fifty or so men and brides await
ing their turns at the Marriage Bu
reau in the Municipal Building.
“I'm half a dollar short,” said the
man to the city official who receives
the $2 fee. “What’ll I do?”
“Sorry I can’t help you, buddy,” was
the answer, “but the law doesn’t per
mit any rate cutting. You’ll have to
get the money somehow.”
An hour later the man and the
bride were back. They had the re
quired $2.
“Where’d you get it?” inquired the
city officer. “Borrow from friends?”
“Naw,” said the man. “We didn’t
know nobody to borrow from. So we
went out and hocked the wedding
ring.”—New York Sun.
OUT WHERE THE WHEAT
BEGINS.
The night cashier overheard a pe
culiar conversation in Beaver Cross
ing the other day. A farmer was in
a store buying some groceries.
“Want any flour?” asked the gro
cer.
“No, flour’s too high. I can git
along without it.”
After a while the grocer said: “Sold
your wheat, Bill?”
“Nope; I’m going to hang onto
mine; they ain’t payin’ nothin’ for it
yet.”—Vancouver Province.
THE GREEN-EYED ONE.
Today, when you said
That Nazimova wore the crown
Of her own genius like a laurel
wreath;
That she made one dream
Exotic dreams
Of grace and fire and color—
Well, it’s true!
But I—
I curled my lip, and said I failed to
see it.
Then when I spoke
About the “faun look” of John Barry
more;
Said his acting
Gripped the heart;
That just to watch him stand
Unbeaten, silent, tense,
Made the senses ache
With ecstasy and pain—
Then you—
You gave a grunt, and said he’d have
to show you.
Ethel D. Turner.
207 Whitehall St.
LET “DAD DO IT”
A GRATEFUL ’EART.
A London coffee-stall scene: mid
night.
Belated Theater-goer (to street
corner lounger): Like a cup of cof
fee?
Lounger: Thanks, guvnor. I ’ope I
never pinch your watch, swelp me!—
London Daily News.
THE FREQUENTER OF CLUBS.
He stopped, coming out of the Un
ion Club, and paused to flick a bit of
dust from his coat with a languid
finger.
With a half-hid scornful smile he
watched Percy Carringle, the muni
tion millionaire’s son, timidly pass
through the portals of the club. It
amused him to see the uncertainty
with which this nouveau riche looked
around him. HIS father, for more
years than he could remember, had
frequented the club, and he bade fair
to follow in his father’s footsteps!
He stood hesitating; should he go to
the Vanderbilt’s or the Ritz first?
Suddenly he remembered. He had to
go to the Vanderbilt’s; he didn’t have
enough milk in his wagon for the
Ritz.—From a Theater Program.
CAMPHODINE—for Colds
Manufactured by R. G. Dunwody
A MIXED BAG.
The Duke (shooting on moore)—
What is it, Binks?
Binks—The grace, your grouse.—
Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic
News (London).
Not the Hand But the Handle.
“John why do you object to our
daughter-marrying a title?”
“It isn’t the title I object to, it’s
the thing that goes with it.”
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