Automatic Age

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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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