Automatic Age

T h e A u t o m a t i c A ge
“ A CORPORATION in business over
twenty years desires the services
of a few A No. 1 experienced scale
salesmen.
Men who are capable, real salesmen
and energetic Can make $7,500.00
and up per year. We have had for
years men making this much money.
It will be necessary for those re­
plying to furnish references as to
employment for past five years. All
A Little Fun
Misdirected
Mrs. Casteel—“ I paid the grocery
bill today.”
Casteel—“ The idea! And the car
Heeding two new tires!”
Father— Is there anything worse
than to be old and bent?
His Son—Yes. to be young and
broke.
The flapper plays for a high steak
When you take her to dinner.
Husband— Well, I have just paid
the doctor ten dollars on our bill.
Wife— Thank Heaven! Two more
payments and the baby is ours!
Due .to an accident, Mrs. Spreaditt
was spending a few days in the hos­
pital.
“ Yes,” the nurse told her husband,
“ your wife can see you, but she can’t
talk much.”
Mr. Spreaditt winked knowingly.
“ Don’t try to kid me, sister,” he
said.—American Legion Weekly.
Wife— What would you think if I
bought a new hat?
Husband— The same as you would
if I bought a new golf club.
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applications will be held in strict con­
fidence.
Bear in mind that this is no fly-by-
night proposition. Therefore only
experienced and high class men need
apply.
Address “ SCALES” care of Auto­
matic Age.
A
FOR SALE— Happy Home machines.
Hawes, 1137 Vine St., Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania.
A-M
Paulina: I believe it was rather a
second-rate affair.
Perdita: Perhaps it was only an
oversight, you not getting an invi­
tation.
— Pitt Panther.
“ Honey, I see in the papers where
the shops are displaying their new
summer hats.”
“ Hmm. Well, you’ve been display­
ing yours since last winter.”
— Okla. Whirlwind.
“ Isn’t Madame Du Fay generous.”
“ I’ll say she is— she just gave me
the last dii*ty look she had.”
—N. Y. Medley.
“ What’s the admission?”
Fifty downstairs — twenty-five
cents upstairs.”
“ What’s upstairs?”
— Okla. Whirlwind.
” “ Did you hear the latest lowdown?
Those very high-hat Van Cods made
their foi’tune in fish.”
“ Indeed? Who were the fish?”
— Penn. State Froth.
“ Never the twains shall meet,”
sighed the small boy as he watched
the brakemen throw the switch.
— Iowa Frivolfl
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