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The girl who makes her own
clothes will certainly never die from
overwork.
“ W hat sort o f a chap is Jack,
dear?”
“ Well, when we were to
gether last night, the lights went out,
and he spent the rest o f the evening
repairing the fu se !”
“ I believe we are descended from
monkeys.”
“ If
that’s true,
your
grandfather was probably a gorilla.”
‘ That doesn't worry me.’
“ No, but it did your grandmoth
er.”
. In a will case the plaintiff, when
.ls name was called, stood up in the
JtUry box. “ W hy,” said the judge,
^hat are you doing there?”
‘I was chosen, your Honor, to
Sei^e on the jury.”
Blink— “ Is W hoozis stingy?”
Blank— “ Say, hes so tight when
you go out with him he leaves his
suspenders and belt home so he’ll
have to keep his hands in his pock
ets.”
‘But,” said the judge, “ that was a
^take, of course. Surely you must
that you cannot sit on a jury
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and try your own case?”
“ W ell,” admitted the plaintiff, rue
fully, “ I thought it was a bit o f
luck.”
Jack Donahue, now at the Illinois
Nteatre in Chicago in “ Sunny,” takes
rjtoe from his gambols with Marilyn
^Uer to tell this: “ Scotchman hap-
j*®ned to be a volunteer fireman in
*j's native village. His wife was
tying in their little cottage and her
j|Usband sat by her bedside, holding
er hand. Suddenly the fire bell rang
was the call o f duty tearing
away from his beloved wife.
,ve got to leave you, darling,” he
Sa^ , shaking his head sadly. “ It’s a
CaU from the department and I’ve
Sot to go. I hope you get over your
, ness, Martha, but, if you should
.ee5 yourself slipping before I get
&ck— please blow out the candle.”
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