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THE. ATLANTIAN
November, 1922
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“I’ll show you an old, old tintype of
the family,” said she coyly, leading me
into the living-room.
“Ah,” thought I, “a sweet, old-fash
ioned maid! Lovely echo from the ro
mantic past. Hers should be a back
ground of hollyhocks, sweet Williams,
and lilacs, with sweet music of the
minuet sounding faintly in the dis
tance.”
She led me to the window.
“There’s the damn wreck,” and she
pointed to a flivver at the curb.—Stan
ford Chaparral.
Rumb—At the “Follies” the other
night my eyes felt like little birds.
Dumb—How come?
“Flitting from limb to limb, m’deah
• boy.”—Chicago Phoenix.
A TOAST BY A LADY TO A GEN
TLEMAN FRIEND.
I love you much,
I love you mighty;
I want your pajamas
Close to my nightie.
Now, don’t get excited,
Don’t be misled—
I mean on the clothes line,
Not on the Bed.
“Sixpence for it!” he cried.
“Very well,” said the cheap-jack,
“it’s yours, my little lad. Where's your
sixpence?”
“Take it out of the shilling and hand
me over the change,” replied the lad.
—Pearson’s Weekly (London).
The minister was speaking to the
small daughter of the house:
“You say your sister Helen is the
oldest. And who comes after her?”
“Oh, a different fellow most every
night.”
“That young man had no business to
kiss you last night,” said mother to
the sweet young thing.
“Oh, maw, how can you say such
things! That wasn’t business; it was
pleasure.”
“Swear the witness io answer all
questions.”
“Very well, your honor.”
“And you might swear the lawyer
to question all answers. Nothing like
plenty of formality about a court.”
If blue were red and red were blue,
And you were I and I were you,
And you loved me and I loved you
And all alone were just we two,
And you were sure nobody knew,
Would you?
If I were you and you were I,
And you so near I could hear you sigh,
And then providing no one was nigh,
And I wouldn’t regret it bye and bye,
Wouldn’t you ?
SAFE WATERS.
1st Angler—This paper reports an
other case of a bather being bitten by
a fish.
2nd Angler (after a blank day)—
Ah, well—it would be safe enough
bathing here!—London Opinion.
Where do we go from here, boys?
Good-by, Leicester Square;
The old gray mare she ain’t what she
useter .be,
• Over there, over there, over there!
There’s a long, long trail a-winding,
‘ ’Cheers for the red, white and blue;
Keep the home fires burning,
Hinky-dinky parley-voo!!
Oh, the in-fan-tree, the in-fan-tree!
I found my love in Avalon,
You’ll never get rich while you’re dig
ging a ditch,
, Madelon, Madelon, Madelon!!!
—A. C. M. A.
“Mamma, Tige’s begging. Must I
give him a piece of my cookie?”
; “Of course you must—”
Sally—Whatever became of Susan
i “Well, I haven’t any cookie!”
Strong, who used to be in our class ?
: Peggy—Oh, didn’t you hear about
lier? My dear, the poor thing mar
ried a genius.
1 Old Lady—Is this the Bankers’ Bust
Company ?
i Literal Urchin—No’m, this is Pat
rick O’Hara Toole. That’s the Bank
ers’ Bust Conipany behind me.
PRECOCITY.
i “The more novels I read the clearer
ij; becomes that I am going to be a
misunderstood woman.”—Fliegende
Blotter (Munich)..
She—But I don’t know what to wish
for!
He—I’Jl wish Tor you. •
“Well, then, there’s no use fooling
with the old wishbone—you can have
me!”
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A tourist motoring in the outskirts
of Atlanta, came upon an old log cabin,
which was a fine example of Southern
architecture. On one end was a chim
ney of criss-crossed sticks, plastered
with mud, and in the doorway sat an
old man, smoking a long pipe, and sur
rounded by his dogs.
The stranger got out, leaned over
the fence and sought to engage the
old man in conversation.
“That’s a fine house you have,” he
“Yes, sah,” replied the man.
“That’s a fine pack of hounds you
have.”
“Yes, sah,” said the man.
“That’s a fine chimney you have on
the end of your house.”
“Yes, sah,” said the man.
The tourist saw that he wasn’t get
ting very far, and so changed his tack,
and asked: “Does the chimney draw?”
“Does it draw?” said the man.
“Draws the attention of every d—n
fool comes by here.”
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Burglar Bill (sampling contents of
sideboard): Best home Brew I ever
tasted, Joe. Let’s wake the guy and
ask him for the recipe.
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