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30 THE ATLANTIAN November, 1922 DELICIOUS DRINKS CHOICEST CIGARS CELEBRATED CANDIES LOVELY LUNCHES AT OUR FOUR STORES Candler Building Forsyth Building Healey Building And Franklin & Cox, Forsyth and Marietta Streets We maintain the Brand of Service that will appeal to every Lady or Gentleman Let us Serve You STUART P. MURRAY COMPANY Taxi Service Also 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). LET “PAT DO IT” 510 Courtland St. 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 Orange Peel. MEET ME AT Terminal Station Cafe “FOR SOMETHING REALLY GOOD TO EAT” Our Watchword Is SERVICE ALL THE TIME Delicious Salads and Desserts Courtesy to All We Have Just Finished Some Extensive Improvements Cleanest and Most Sanitary Place in the South W. W. BOYD, Prop.