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Nothing New
By KEUNETT HARRIS.
IS thcr. really nothing new.
Nothing underneath the »unl
Can we And no novel vtewT
Can It be tliere ten t oneT
Tee, alee! the yarn** are spun,
Gray with ago the last bon mot
Hear them ere you’ve well begum
home one euul that long ago.
Some Chlai-on with twtrird queues
home old Greek or Goth or Hun
Ought to have the credit due.
Ought to get your candled bun.
Agee back tlielr couree «a> run.
Hllll they knew the Uitnge you
know—
Proof I’ll bring you by the ton.
home one eald that long ago. '
Not original with you—
William Hhukeapeare made that
pun,
Ovid aleo cracked a few.
Joker revived In modern fun.
Logic with a force to stun.
Wit and wisdom you may ahow,
yet when ail Is said and done,
home one eald that long ago
I.TVVOI.
Would you repetition ehttnT
Shut otT on the verbal flew
There's no thought unthought of,
none.
home one eald that long ago
PRICED.
Grateful Father (with <trep feeling)
—lt was a brave art. young mn». i|
the prrii vs your Use you've itat'fd my
daughter Heir ccn I ever rtiiay y.iut
Brave Kmc**#'--Would J3O be too
much, sirt
\ GREAT COLLECTOR.
”Te«. Mi Higgs. Fve TrAn collecting
Stamps sir , c / «n* a girl'
“My worit lour cvllecttci must be
pc/uaMc ”
QUITE A DIFFERENCE.
Dirt the difference ever strike you
between the captain of a vessel and a
Wine erpm terf “
“Never thought much about It TVJijf
it itt"
“ The one ports his ship and the
ether ships his port."
IVI H?. JAO k\..
(Copyright, 2!»20. by *hr \>** Yuri E*rnlni Journal F’ublUhlng Company.)
A Winter Song
By A. G. BALFOUR.
HEK brow Is cold — her fact Is stem
and gray
This Winter day;
Bhs drives her children from her
kneee away.
The Mother Hountlfull She stands
apart.
She stcele her heart;
She bears uloue her penury and smart.
The snowflakes are her tears that
fall apace
On her white lace;
The wild winds buffet her, arid mar
her grace.
• e • • • •
Yet 1n her heart there le a secret
bliss;
She knoweth this—
That In the future, Rummer aim
shin* is.
• • • • • •
Ilers are the crocuses, laid warm
and deep,
And hound usleep.
Which In her bosom she doth safely
keep.
• • • • • •
And In her Inner heart the pulse she
knows
Which Makes the
In tin' glad Hummer, from his long
repose.
The Hummer’s promise, with a miser's
car*
5* he hldeth there;
Promise of things Immeasurably rare.
She knows glad secrete and accord- '
ir.gly
She will not die!
For aim hath hop*, and she doth lire
thereby.
THE POINT OF VIEW.
"Jsn'f it dreadful the trey these
frauds <i«(f trays so cheat and et cindle
art being discovertdf Just look at this
page of the paper—full of them!”
"And here' 9 a Jana article about the
custom* officer .« holding all travellers
to a strict investigation ”
‘'lsn't that fust too mean ’ If me is
Cousin Anne going so get through to
me those loirly gloves she bought for •
me Paris t'*
RiePiN Fine DA'f J ) TEb INDEED \T IS CHEESELTON THE FIE JOHN -\S f\ FINISHED . SUCH A %" ‘ * ~~~—T~ ~ ~~— *
MRS. WIGGINS r / ARE YOU GOING To THE RERFVPLUNrt POUCHED MANNER - LORD CHEESELTON ALWAYS HAS AN { PIE „ SE MAGGIE AN .TO SHOW HER
BAH JOVE IF t-' C c- ^ —, RECEPTION TO'NIGHT ? Adft OF DISTINCTION ABOUT HIM THAT YOU WOULD DO WELL • ) 1 CAN BE A BEAL ClEm LORD CHEESE--
IT ISN'T ]] .' TO EMULATE. . AND JOHN 100 WISH YOU WOULD REMEMBER /C\ \ WHAT S HIS NAME ILL WEAR AdHONYCYCLE
- v , - ■ \L/ i \ FUNNY LOORIN’ WHEN WALKING WITH A , \TO TH’ PARTY TOO B’GUM . HOW IN TW
)rS V < s/ V— --- -—GEEZER? lAOT TO TARE THE SIDE / S''L >/ | // \\ — N r *—*Y DOOCE DO THEY REER THESE
w \ v v- itc* r y-rfic . a r - near The curb as Vki J xO) j-> / // \\ V > gol-dinged things on
Z a E
THtRE STh WHOLE ) / \i. x ~ IRiPPin FINE EVENIN LORD-CHEESE- CHEESE - TEE-HEE - ImaiUN' FUN 6 JINKS MRS. KERR-.PLUNR 1 WOULDN'T (
hi flßOOblt OF 'EM ftk'
Til ANT EATER TOO. \\\ WELL ITS CHEESE SUMPTHIN' ,T ME THE OTHEFTDAY TO BE A GENT JOHN S
NOW IOH Th grand '\\ " ——V AIN'T IT? RF MfcrttNG URE LORD WHAT’S HtS NAME HERE. J \
SPLODGE. If" Ve- ,c. I . f , MR.WIGGINS BE MAKING AN' I DONE IT NFAR AG I COOL D .f r S WUlttiNS.
WATCH MP <\ X IT'S VVI6GY .) Fun OF one OF . f- l S -<r
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Rondeau Redouble
By KENNETT HARRIS
INDEED I don't regret my youthful
day a
When In the primrose patha I
danced and sung.
The past for me swims In no golden
haze —
I’m mlgrtty glad that I’m no longer
young.
That waa the time I know I moved
among
Companions who were full of fool
ish ways.
Borne of them proved the biggest j
scamps unhung—
Indeed I don’t regret my youthful
days.
I mind full well I thought It smart
to raise
Tlie dickens, and that royally l
flung
My money on most any fad or craze.
When In the primrose paths I
danced and sung.
I mind full well that I was slack of
tongue.
My garments were like Autumn
woods ablaze.
1 sowed wild oats from which fine
crops have sprung—
The past for me swims in no golden
haze.
1 patronized the ballet —with bouquets, i
1 needn’t say how often I was
stung.
1 once went broke upon a pair of
trays—
I’m mighty glad that I’m no longer
young.
Days of the mushy brain and leather
lung l
They're gone. A cause for grati
tude ana praise!
Too far perhaps the other way I'vs
swung.
But wish myself one of those pop
injays?
Indeed I don’t.
according”™ SOUND.
*7 hope you will excuse my appear
ance” said the father of an exceeding
ly obstreperous family as he descended
from the nursery to pieet his friend,
"but, to tell the truth , the children and
J have been having some hot times
upstairs”
1,1 should have judged, from the
sounds that floated down” replied the
visitor, “that it was more of a whaling i
expedition”
S ELF-BET RAYED."*
She —How do you like my new
shirtwaist s”
He —“lf* stunning, dear; but haven't
l seen it beforef"
“iV evert”
“Weil, I'm sure rve had my arm
around that shirtwaist , dear”
“Not this one; but now you speak of
it, / remember that horrid Huggins
girl had one just like it at the beach
lust Summer/”
rudeT ways:
He —Bings is heartily opposed to the
tipping habit. "Sever will give tips for
anything
She —IV*. I've noticed he doesn't
even tip his hat.
IF IT WERE’NT FOR FATHER.
_ right. 1910, by the New Tort Evening Journal Publishing Oompanr )
HENPECKO the; MONK
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