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12 THE ATLANTIAN November, 1922 WOMAN! Edith—She seems to be frightfully keen on that boy! Doris—Yes, I know. Isn’t it absurd with a kid who hasn't a penny in the world! “Darn it! I’m through with women. ‘Bee’ called me a mere infant—an I’m seven years old today.” “Why always paint double portraits; does it pay better?” “Two heads are better than one, you know.” Judge—What have you to say for yourself, young man? Guilty One—I want to say, your Honor, that I wasn’t going any faster than that officer who arrested me. 2nd Golfer—What does your wife think of that? “She’s satisfied; she’d rather play bridge than cook.” PSYCHOLOGY ITEM. Once upon a time there was a man who declared that women are superior to men. Meeting another man one day, he said: “There’s no use talking, the girls put it all over us." The fellow he told this to noddefi his head solemnly, but made no re ply. The man was delighted to think he had really said something. A little : later he met another man and re marked: “We men think we are something, but the fact is that women know much more than we do. They are much cleverer.” The second man stared at him, but neither did he make any reply. And so the man went on for a few days more. Then he met a whole group of men who were standing to gether talking about the affairs of the world. One of them said to him: “We’ve heard about you. Come and join us.” Another said almost immediately: “Tell us what you think.” “I think,” said the man, “that wom en are much better, brainier, cleverer than we are. I tell you, they are su perior to us.” This was as far as he got. The largest man in the group grabbed him, took him aside and whispered: “Lay off that stuff.” “But why?” he asked. “It ain’t safe. If you keep on say ing it, you’ll get, so that after a while you’ll believe it.” T. L. M. Mother (to the vicar)—Oh, please sir, I was agoin* to ask you could any thing be done to change pore little Lloyd George’s name ’ere ? The child’s ’ad to suffer summat cruel. ’E can’t do nothin’ right since ’is father changed ’is views about the Prime Minister!— Tit-Bits, (London). Hattie—Clarice and John are pretty thick, aren’t they? Cattie—Yes, both of them.—Stan ford Chaparral. £miiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimiiiiiiiimiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiimimi!iimimii£ THE ECONOMIST. By Dwight Marvin. In March I sang to Alice; I said her beauty bright Was nothing but a chalice From which I drank delight— Her presence was a palace And I her guardian knight. In May I sang to Cora, The one star in my sky; I searched the realms of Flora For names to know her by. I called her my Aurora, My flame that could not die. Illlllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll iiiiiMiiiiimmiMMiiiimiimiiiMiniiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiniiiiiMxiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii In June I sang to Mary, Her banter and her wit, Her form so lithe and airy, Her smile so exquisite; She was my hoped for fairy And love had ended it! ransportation is secured when you purchase a used passen ger or commercial vehicle from us. By fall the same thing ailed me— I was in love again. The fires of Poesy failed me Yet fever burned my brain; So I took the rhymes of other times, And made them o’er for Jane. Dependable Dodge Brothers used cars operate at a low cost and the resale value is exceedingly high. LOW PRICES AND EASY TERMS We will trade your old car for a good dependable Dodge Brothers used car. tiiiiimiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiinii.iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiniiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiiillliiiiimimimiilliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiili iiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuiiiiiiiiitiiiMimtiiMiiMiiimiiitiimiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiimiimiiimimiii E. Maffett INCORPORATED A young man and his grandfather were riding the St. Lawrence in a high-powered motor boat. The grand father, a rather self-opinionated old man who had made good in the bus iness world and was now enjoying life leisurely was driving the boat at a pretty good clip. “Grandfather,” spoke the young man rather anxiously, “there are a lot of shoals in this river.” “I'know every shoal in the St. Law rence, my son.” No sooner had the old man said this than the craft hit a rocky bottom and reared to the right. “There’s one of ’em, now,” he said, never lessening $ie speed of the boat. Indignant Inez—Bill, these here old guys these days is fresher than pea nut butchers, and if you wuz there Idda had you to smack his jawer. Gentleman Caller—Why, whutdidee say to youse, Kid? “I sez to Marne, my lady frien’, aft er the pitcher was half over, because it wuz hot in there and Marne she always only has car fare, and I sez, ‘Will ya have a sody pop?’ And whu- duya think this fresh old goof sez? He sez, ‘No, thank you, Baby, you’d better save yer money.”—Stanford Chaparral. LET “PAT DO IT” 510 Courtland St. • Hemlock 1165 170 W. Peachtree Street 126 Walton Street - Z MB -- .inmmimn.mimmimmm.miim.immmiimm.il iiimimm.ii imimiiimC S ilium iimiiimm ^ I do not dote on college quims, Their “lines” and clothes so dapper. It may be quite the worst of whims, But I prefer a flapper. - Iowa Frivol. He—How delightful, how idyllic! I absolutely worship the waves! She—I’m so awfully glad you like them. I had them done permanently just before I came away.—Passing Show (London).