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20 THE ATLANTIAN November, 1922 Have Your Doctor Phone Us Your Prescription PHONE, WALNUT 0013 The Sign of A Good Drug Store ' =|3 ■=—— MUNN’S PROGRESSIVE DRUGGISTS Broad and Walton Streets. On The Minute Delivery “Daughter, did I not see you sitting on that young man’s lap when I pass ed the parlor door last evening?” “Yes, and it was very embarrassing. I wish you had not told me to.” “Good heavens! I never told you to do anything of the kind!” “You did. You told me that if he attempted to get sentimental I must sit on him.”—Pathfinder. The Senate recently passed 165 bills at the rate of one per minute. The senate has plenty of speed but no con trol. A liquor raid in Sing Sing prison re sulted in the discovery of a still. The underworld is rooting hard and hoping that the Prohibition Enforcement Bureau will put the place out of bus iness. Kant—This place certainly turns out fine men. Dccartes—When did you graduate? “Didn’t, graduate; they turned me out.”—Notre Dame Juggler. LET “PAT DO IT” 510 Courtland St. EGG VIEW NOTES. By Leslie Van Every. Chet Lumley peeked in at the church Sunday night while the congre gation was busy singing “Hide me, oh, my,” and so forth. Chet noticed how some of the women was dressed and he just couldn’t blame them for pick ing out that particular song. Smith is the best-hearted man in the world, but nobody would accuse him of being handsome. The other day he went to visit an old college friend, and remembering that said friend had a daughter, Annie,, about four years old, he brought a box of candy for that young lady. “And are you going to give the nice man a kiss for that?” inquired An nie’s father. Annie looked at Mr. Smith thought fully. Then she looked at her father. “I’ll tiss you, papa,” she decided, "and you tiss him.” Miss Crocus Quick, who tried to catch a nice young man by wearing a big city gown to the dance Saturday night, caught only a nice cold. He—What do you think of the Vol stead Act? She—Why, dear, you know I never attend vaudeville. Economics Professor—Name some production in which the supply exceeds the demand. Stude—Trouble. Everybody is mak ing it.—Northwestern Purple Parrot. “All that woman thinks zgiout is clothes.” “From all appearances, I should say she was practically thoughtless.”— Penn State Froth. No one can be braver than a con gressman who has decided not to run again.—Ohio State Journal. DEAR LITTLE HAND. By P. A. Connolly. Dear little hand, I hold you tight Against my breast with keen delight Takes full possession of a soul Lost to despair until you stole So softly into mine tonight. And now my fear is banished quite— With you my rivals I will smite, With you past losses are made whole, ' Dear little hand. To you sweet verses I’ll indite, And make them neat like this I write, What can’t one do when such a goal Is to be gained ? See this fat roll ? Three aces full put this'Tn sight— Dear little hand! Little Sydney was allowed to sit up to the table with his fond mama on the occasion of a little luncheon par ty. His manners were generally very pretty, and mama was horrified when she caught the child stuffing his food into his mouth with his knife. “Sydney,” she cried reprovingly— “Sydney, where’s your fork? You ought to use your fork!" “I know, mama,” said Sydney plain tively, “but this one leaks awfully.”— London Telegraph. Overheard. “Naw, suh, I jes’ couldn’t get no re sults with them dices. I’s only got one shirt between me an’ stahvation.” —N.ashyille Tennesseean, Crawford—You shouldn’t say you’re beginning to feel your age. Crabshaw—I can’t help feeling it. Just as my eyesight started to fail the girls began wearing short skirts, and now that my hearing is getting bad the radio fad sets in.—New York Sun. “What has come over Blinks? He used to be one of the best tempered men I ever knew and now he is al ways yowling and swearing. A regular old grouch,” said Brown. “Yes, I noticed the change in him a week after he bought that second hand car,” replied Smith.—Cincinnati Enquirer. Irrational Rations. Maid—I couldn’t come yesterday, Miss Jackson. I was suffering that badly with pain in my chest. Mistress—What was it, Melissa? Dyspepsia ? Maid—Yes’m, it was. But the doc tor, he calls it an attack of acute in discretion. There was a rumor about recently to the effect that Luther Burbank cross ed a held of daisies with a carnation in his buttonhole. Housewife—I want a servant. She must be honest, industriuus, clean and reliable. Employment Agent—You had bet ter take four, ma’am. You will pos sibly find those virtues among them,— Hvepsen (Christiania). A Store That Specializes On Auto Equipment FOR EVERY MAKE OF CAR We invite you to pay us a visit and look over our display. Auto Supplies Phone Ivy 6690. 21 Auburn Avenue.