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THE ATLANTIAN
November, 1922
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THEN AND NOW.
In days of old when knights were bold
And “flaps” did not exist,
It must have been a mortal sin
For young things to be kissed.
Now knights are cold and girls are
bol
And well—you get the gist
That kissing sin’s a mere has-been;
It’s, “Oh! What mother missed!”
—Notre Dame Juggler.
It was a very hot day and the fat
commuter who had wanted to catch
the four-fifty-five train passed
through the gate at four-fifty-six. He
made a valiant race but was outclass
ed, and as he returned perspiring and
weary, an obsequious red cap relieved
him of his grips and inquired solici
tously:
“Was you tryin’ to catch that train,
Cap.?”
“Certainly not,” replied the victim
irritably. “I was only chasing it out
of the yard.”
“Is your husband fond of dancing?”
“ Dear me, no. Golf is the only thing
he is fond of; dancing is an amuse
ment he indulges in merely to keep me
good natured when he wishes to play
golf.”—Detroit Free Press.
Greece will bear testimony that the
Sick Man of the East suffered from
nothing more serious than a slight in
disposition.
It was in the days when “woman
suffrage” was a burning issue, and
not a triumphant fact, that the hus
band of a certain well-known suffrage
worker was being bored by his dinner
partner, of uncertain age, who was en
deavoring to impress him with her
appealing femininity.
“I always say that I don’t know
whether I am in favor of woman suf
frage or not,” she said. “Of course an
unmarried woman don’t have any one
to represent her, but I am sure if I
had a husband I wouldn’t want to
vote,” she went on playfully. “I would
feel that he was perfectly capable of
representing me, and I would want
him to do it.” She paused, waiting for
the expected compliment.
“Yes,” answered her companion,
weariedly, “but you see a woman al
ways has more confidence in her hus
band before she gets him than she
does afterward.”
A cycling knut was riding along
when his hat blew off. A passing
countryman picked it up for him, sav
ing him the trouble of getting off his
machine.
“I weally must get some stwing to
keep this bally hat on,” muttered the
knut as he wheeled off without a
word of thanks.
The yokel’s reply was short but ex
pressive. “Get a nail, guv’nor!”—
Pearson’s Weekly (London).
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SECOND PRIZE.
This conversation was heard in a
small North Carolina village:
“Whaddoyo’ think ob Mistah Smith,
de bankah, Mose?”-
“Mistah Smith, de bankah? He’s a
fine genTman. Yes, suh. And a good
man, too. I’se borrowed five bucks ob
him mo’n a yeah ago, an’ he ain’t
nevah ask fo’ it. All I does is to gib
him a qua’tah dollah every Saddy—
what he calls intrust—an’ he tells me
not to bodder about de principul, w’ich
am de five.”
A visitor to Florida asked a negro
if he knew of a bathing place free
from alligators. The negro took him
to a nearby spot and the visitor en
joyed his bath tremendously, staying
in a half hour or more. After he
came out of the water he asked: “How
is it that there are no alligators here ?
Everywhere else I have tried to bathe
the alligators have been too thick.”
“Well, there’s a reason, boss: Dese
here alligators done been all scared
away by the sharks.”
The domestic problem once again:
The elderly charwoman was complain
ing bitterly of the laziness of one of
the women who employed her.
“Not a ’and will she turn, mum,”
she said, “not a ’and. Just fancy, mum,
on’y yesterday morning she wouldn’t
even take a black beetle off ’er own
shoulder, an ’er supposed to be so fond
pf animals.”—St. Paul Dispatch.
“See that woman over there?”
“Yes, what about her?”
“Well, if it hadn’t been for three
words she said ten years ago, I would
be as wealthy as Croesus now!”
“Delightful situation. Go ahead
with the tale!”
“Well, her father owned all the
safety-pin plants in the country and
the family was just rolling in wealth.
And with all her riches she was mean
enough to deprive me of my chances
of making ten million dollars at a
blow! Imagine!”
“What’s the rest of the dope ? What
are the famous three words?”
“Why, I was going to marry her and
then all her millions would have been
mine, but—”
“But what?”
“But when I asked her to be mine,
she said: ‘No! You fool!' ”—Amherst
Lord Jeff.
"My wife says she is going to bob
her hair and wear knickerbockers,”
said Mr. Meekton. “So I’m going to
leave home.”
“Does it grieve you as much as- all
that?”
“No, I’m afraid I won’t be able to
keep from laughing.”—Washington
Star.
Professor—The only cure for yellow
fever is whisky and glycerine.
Pre-Medic—Where can you get it?
“What, whisky?”
“No, yellow fever.”-—Syracuse
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