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18: THE. ATLANTIAN November, 1922 imiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiimimmiiimmiiiiimiiimmiimiimimiiiiim Terminal Hotel Restaurant ■ ♦♦♦♦»++• Your Patronage Solicited and Appreciated iiiiiiiimiMimmiiiiiiiimiiiiimiMiimmiiiiimiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiim “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!” ^iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimimiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiimiiiiimiiiiimiiiimiiiiniiimimmiu | Hurt Street Pharmacy j LET “PAT DO IT” 51/th Courtland St. Stationery Cigarettes 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.” Candies Soda Cigars Sundries Prescription Specialists Quality and Service We Deliver Promptly Phones: Ivy 1240 and Ivy 9046 Burglar Bill (sampling contents of sideboard): Best home Brew I ever tasted, Joe. Let’s wake the guy and ask him for the recipe. | Hurt Street and DeKalb Avenue | 5miiimiiimmiiiiimiiimiimiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiimiijimiimmmiimiiiiiimiiiiiii£