Loop City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
Impregnable fortresses are as ran
as fireproof buildings. There are none.
Most anybody can stand being poor;
it is having other people sorry for you
that makes it so bad.
Two blind men who got on a New
Year’s spree probably felt immune
from “seeing things.”
Gen. Nogi’s chief of staff is Gen.
Ijicbi, a name which suggests a call
tor some sort of ointment.
Alfred Trombetti of Bologna speaks
400 languages. He would be a hard
man to best in an argument.
The Medical Record asks: “Are the
American people growing shorter?”
Yes, the cost of living is increasing.
It would be a much more progress
ive world if we economized the time
we give to other people s business.—
Puck.
An inquirer wants to know what
sort of necktie a bridegroom should
vear at his wedding. A noose, of
course.
Everybody has about the . same
quantity of love in stock. The trou
ble is so many devote it entirely to
themselves.
A dermatologist is a man who
mends faces and a pugilist is a man
who breaks them. They ought to form
a partnership.
—
The Norfolk Landmark tells of a
turtle twenty-four years old. That is
a long time for even a turtle to keep
out of the soup.
The czar has not answered the let
ter recently addressed to him by Tol
stoi. Perhaps the old man neglected
to inclose a stamp.
What is called the “smile cure” for
dyspepsia probably is nothing more
than a variation of the old prescrip
tion, “grin and bear it.”
Sometimes a man is despised for
twenty or thirty years because he is
so stingy, and then envied all the rest
of his life because he is so rich.
The Boston Herald asks: “Why not
levy a heavy tax on polygamy?” It
will strike the average husband of one
wife that polygamy itself is a heavy
tax.
“Don't work in rooms where there
is no fresh air," says the tuberculosis
section of the Visiting Nurses’ asso
ciation. Isn't it just as bad to be idle
in them?
--—
A Hungarian who lost $118 on a
Pullman ear after playing' his cornet |
cot his just deserts. It is a great pity
that he did not lose his horn at the j
same time.
That man who claims he never had
a dream, never experienced the ex
quisite pleasure of counting an imagi
nary treasure and spending it all on
imaginary pleasures.
A Chicago man has been fined $100
for attempting to steal a kiss. It
would appear that in addition to being
the sweetest, forbidden fruit is also
rather expensive in Chicago.
A drunken man lying on a railroad
track in New York state had his life
saved by the fact that the locomotive
headlight gleamed on his bald head.
Don’t try to sell hair restorer to that
man.
A Cincinnati horse has been taught
to count. But there is a consolation
for the owner in the fact that it can't
talk, or there might be trouble wher
he tells his wife that he has “only
taken one.”
Mrs. Brodie L. Duke had been mar
ried twice before, but when Mr. Duke
proposed to her after but three days
of acquaintance, she says, she was
<-umfounded. But did she say: “This
|s so sudden?”
A negro named John Suppertonight
was badly beaten by another negro
named Jone~, in New York recently.
Probably Jones was hungry and Sup
pertonight would not allow him to in
dulge his appetite.
The writer of an esteemed contem
porary who describes a visiting Eng
lish nobleman as “the scum of an an
cient family” may be even worse than
his coarse language seems to imply;
he may have written “scion.”
Another great thinker has come to
the front with a theory as to the for
bidden fruit eaten by Mother Eve. He
says it was a crab apple. This lets
down all the bars. Anybody may en
ter into the competition now.
Suggestion asserts that thousands
of persons think themselves to death
every year. But don’t let that lead
you to let others do your thinking.
The magazine was merely treating of
those whose minds dwell on morbid
subjects.
Mr. Hart McKee’s wife secured a
divorce from him on Monday. He
married Mrs. Tevis on Wednesday.
Mr. McKee's strict regard for the us
ages of polite society was the reason
that impelled him not to marry on
Tuesday.—New York American.
A girl in Seattle put a highwayman
to flight by turning on him a stream
from a siphon bottle she was carrying
to a sick friend. The treatment was
too heroic for the highwayman. Al
most anything proves an effective
weapon in the hands of a determined
girl.
A Kansas City man w#s robbed of
$700 which he had concealed under a
pile of potatoes in his cellar. The
obvious conjecture is that me thief
took the money because he hadn’t
time to carry avay ..he potatoes.
"/JJoncF/y/G&xr/or/ "
Why these gorgeous coated, sweet
voiced fellows should stay with us all
through all the snowbound months has
always been a mystery to me. But I
suppose the law of compensation gov
erns such matters; and in this in
stance I am well satisfied with the
result. It is a very gratifying compen
sation. too, that one derives from the
companionship of these cheery win
ter visitors. During the busy sum
mer season it is a treat to meet a
new bird: in winter a greater one to
run across an old acquaintance, or
even discover his dainty little tracks
in the snow. If we follow up his trail |
we will soon hear various chirps and !
twits that warn us that we, too, are I
discovered, and if all this is in close
proximity to a hemlock or pine tree 1
the chances are that the note of alarm !
was sounded hv a rieh-ooated cardinal j
whose disposition is as peppery as his ,
coat is red. And what an all-round !
good fellow he is, so famous in song I
and story, familiarly known to most
as the Kentucky red bird.
All sorts and conditions of seeds go
to swell his little red waistcoat; even
those hard billets on the wild cucum
ber are not to be despised in an emer
gency. His Latin name (toxia eoeco- ;
thraustes) signifies "berry breaker,” j
because, with his large, horny bill he !
cracks open the shell of fruit stones
and so secures the kernel.
One or two authorities have assert
ed that these birds “never condescend
below the level of the laurel bush," '
but I have many times discovered
them scratching and fussing among
dead leaves on the ground. In
fact, the first cardinal bird I ever
saw in northern Ohio emerged in a
cloud of dust from a heap of dead
leaves where he had been raising such
a commotion that I had expected to
see nothing smaller than a hen or a
hawk. The less “dressy” little wife
soon appeared on the scene also, and.
I am happy to say, the charming pair,
or another just like them, have nested
for several seasons in a nearby thick
et, and during the winter six glowing
cardinals have ranged through the
valley in search of food, a sight for
sore eyes in January, when the ther
mometer has tumbled way below de
cency.
On almost any winter day, if the
sun gives the least hint of increased
warmth, the cardinal takes heart and
whistles loud and clear. His thrilling
“What-cheer, what-cheer. what-cheer.
girly-girly-girly,” rings out sweetly,
followed by a meditative little “eho
cho-oho,” lest he forget life’s responsi
bilities. By the way, the chatty little
juneos imitate these “cho-cho-cho”
notes in a tinkling, icy song that
would be positively refreshing in Au
gust. but during the heated months
these small snowbirds are “away in
the North” arranging affairs in the
icicle country; so it is no wonder that
their song has a frosty flavor.
Next in gorgeousness of color, oft
en to be seen at a wintry “at-home,”
comes me meiaiiic-uuea uiuejay—
saucy, noisy and handsome, with a
beauty that covers a multitude of
sins, according to some observers. At
any rate, he is the first to cry “thief,
thief.” on all occasions and the last
fellow to give up the booty. All the
same. I believe that this engagingly
“human” chap is a much maligned
bird, for all that I^angille insists that
he sees them lugging around dead
sparrows in the tree tops, picking out
the eyes and brains at their leisure.
Of course, such tales give the jays a
doubtful reputation that will bear
“washing.” Myself, I have only seen
them despoiling the winter cocoons of
the destructive tussock moth. The
government report also confirms my
good opinion of them.
Occasionally crops out the jay’s re
lationship to the mischievous crow.
Like that bird of questionable charac
ter. he skips about teasing other
birds by imitating the call of their
dreaded enemy, the hawk. Owls. too.
are game for him, for he cannot see
one blinking and motionless in the
sunshine without making unpleasant
remarks in close proximity to its un
seeing eyes. Doubtless, however, the
owl takes his revenge when night
comes, and many a juicy jay pays the
penalty of his daylight impertinence.
By the way crows are often annoyed
by impudent kingbirds, at. whom, in
turn, the saucy littlo wren has his
fling; and so on, I suppose, down the
scale. following the example of
Swift's “lesser fleas.”
‘ But if the jay is a noisy chap during
the autumn and winter months—
comes May and mating time. Then ho
is as silent as a pickpocket, gliding
through the bushes with never a word
to anyone. He appreciates at its true
value the old maxim that silence is
golden. There is a time for all things,
and he intelligently discriminates—
which is more than ran be said of
many of the great urfeathered.
According to Lowell, his kingly
crown sometimes leads him into trou
ble, as does occasionally that insignia
of royalty of our own order. Malicious
boys make a hole in the snow just
large enough to admit his head and
bait it with corn. Into this the crest
slips easily, hut refuses to be pulled
out, and the jay “who came to feast
remains a prey." A tragedy like this
makes one thankful that “birds’
rights" have become subjects for
legislation.
How beautifully marked are the
feathers of the jay. Each little plume
is a veritable jewel of itself. Only to
study one of these atoms of nature’s
handiwork, discarded and floated
down onto a hit of summery moss, is
a liberal education in coloration. I
frequently notice, too, how protective
is the bird's feather arrangement, par
ticularly effective during the season
when he is most exposed. The zigzag
lines of color render him almost un
discoverable.
The two birds already mentioned,
however, do not provide all of the
bright feather color to our winter land
scape, though they are both very con
spicuous of voice and plumage. The
sociable, downie, energetic little care
taker of the bark, is very attractive
both in manner and plumage, as he
glides up and around some larvae in
fested hole, one eye on his audience
and the other on some small grub
who supposes himself secure from
sight. This wee woodpecker, with his
pretty “pepper and salt” suit and cap
of gleaming ruby color set well back
on his intelligent noddle, is a charm
ing acquaintance, winter or summer.
If one is utilitarian—a fad doctrine
at present—his usefulness in the mat
ter of grub extermination should ap
peal to one. Someone has made an
estimate of the number of larvae de
stroyed by one downie in a single sea
son, but the figures are so appalling
that I dare not repeat them—doubt
less doubly appalling from an insect's
possible point of view. The only
questionable action that I have ever
heard attributed to this confiding lit
tle chap is an entire disregard for the
j fair sex during the non-nuptial sea
' son. John Burroughs asserts that he
will ruthlessly hustle away from his
own snug retreat any unfortunate lit
tle female who may seek shelter with
in. But when spring comes all this is
changed, for he is a most devoted lov
er, husband and parent.
The thought sometimes comes to
me. What a drear place this earth
would be if there were no birds
about! Cats, boys, women and a few
sportsmen have done their best tc
bring about such a calamity, but spe
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rial legislation is rapidly “cutting
their claws,” and the lover of nature
and wild life may still continue tc
mf‘et old friends or make new ac
quaintances along a foot-pathwav. nc
matter how deep the snow or bittei
the winds.—Alberta Field in Chicago
Inter Ocean.
The Very L«':est Drink. !
Some of the delegates to the For
estry congress introduced a drink new
to Washington.
A waiter in the Willard cafe came to
the bar and said: “I want four Scotch
whisky sours, with the sour made of
half lemon and half lime.”
The bartender had never heard of a
drink like that and inquired. The
waiter came hack and repeated the
order, and those delegates to the For
estry congress, who had big hunches j
of gray whiskers and the ruddy out
doors sort of face, drank several of
they before they quit.—New York !
World.
Birds Little Known.
A recent number of the Emu con
tains reproductions of two very inter
esting photographs, the first showing
the “run,” or “playhouse,” of the great I
bower bird (chlamydera nuclialis), and j
the second a flight of baro-eyed cocka- j
toos (cacatua gymnopis), estimated at j
between GO,000 and 70,000 in number. ]
Considerable interest attaches to a j
note on bird sanctuaries in New Zea- j
land, where, it appears, all the sur- '
viving flightless species are now pro- I
tected by the government.
Cockrell to Give Away Library.
Senator Cockrell of Missouri has
completed plans for the distribution ,
of his library, the largest and most !
valuable collection of public docu- 1
ments possessed by any congress
man. It comprises from 30,000 to 35,
000 volumes, covering practically
every subject of public interest. The
senator will give it to libraries in
Missouri and to his friends in that ■
state.
First Cuban Vessel.
The first vessel launcEhd under the !
Cuban flag took the water at Belfast
recently. She was christened Regina,
and is about 250 feet in length, with
a gross tonnage of 1,300. She has been
specially designed to carry molasses
in bulk between ports on the Cuban
coast.
Decrease in London Foa.
The Royal Meterological Society
held a meeting in London recently to
hear and discuss a paper on “Decrease
of Fog in London.” There was a very
slim attendance. Most of the mem
bers had been unable to come on ac
count of the fog.
Baths of Ancient Times.
“Did the middle age bathe?” said an
antiquary. “Is it true that in medi
eval times bathing was unknown, that
for 1,000 years in Europe there wan
not a man or woman who ever took
a hath?”
“No,” said the old man vehemently.
“No. thank heaven, this is not true.
Man was fairly clean in the middle
ages. It is a libel to say he did not
bathe. For I have looked this matter
up and I find literary records of medi
eval baths. Thus, in the accounts of
Queen Isabella, wife of Edward II.,
there is a charge for ‘repairs of
queen's bath and gathering herbs
for it.’
“On the arrival in London of Louis
of Bruges in Lt72 the chronicles say
that ‘there was ordered a bayne, or
ij. which was covered with tentes of
white cloth.’
“I have found over six recorded in
stances of medieval bathing. Baths, I
will admit, were in medieval days
somewhat rare, but they were not so
uncommon, so unknown, as certain
historians would have us believe. One
bath a month was the average among
the aristocracy.”
Preserve the Forests.
The American forestry congress is
now in session in Washington and it
will have matters for discussion that
are quite as important as any that
are confronted by the national con
gress; more important, indeed, for
unless we can have fertility we shall
have no products, no commerce, no na
tion for which to make laws. The
prime necessity is salvation from the
impending ruin of cur woods, since
that implies th*' ruin of industries, of
waterways, of agriculture, of pastur
age, and, of course, of health, comfort
and beauty. An interest in forestry
is a duty of every American, whether
he lives in the city or not.—Brooklyn
Ea^le.
Postmaster’s Rich Bondsmen.
Albert M. Bradshaw, recently reap
pointed postmaster in Lakewood, N. J..
has probably the.richest bondsmen or
any postmaster in the country. George
W. Gould heads the list of sureties and
another millionaire on the list is Sam
uel S. Beard. Mr. Gould took an active
interest in the appointment of Mr.
Bradshaw’, writing personally to Presi
dent Roosevelt.
Governor's Long and Busy Life.
George Laird Shoup, first governor
of Idaho, who is dead at the age of 68,
had a picturesque career. He was 11
years in the senate. While colonel of
the Third Colorado cavalry he pur
sued a band of hostile Comanches 500
miles, captured them, recovered the
spoil of several merchandise caravans
they had attacked and compelled the
chiefs to sign a treaty, which was af
terward observed in good faith. Mr.
Shoup weighed about 300 pounds and
was very tall. His rugged good na
ture and strong, shrewd character
won him friends in national politics,
! as they had as a mining storekeeper
in his early years.
Oregon Wool Sales.
More than 1,500,000 pounds of wool
of the 1005 clip has already been sold
in the Wallowa country at about 16
cents a pound, a figure which makes
the sheep business a highly remuner
ative industry. These prices and the
willingness of buyers to bind them
selves to take the wool in practically
1 unlimited quantities positively as
sure a prosperous year in at least
one of Oregon’s great industries.
Working the Land Too Hard.
The Manitoba farmer has not profit
ed by the experience of the wheat
growers on this side of the boundary.
Like them, he has proceeded on the
theory that the virgin soil, which is a
heavy loam, could not be exhausted.
Heavy crops of wheat have been taken
from it in continuous succession, the
straw burned and none of the chemi
cal elements taken from the soil in
the form of crops returned to it in any
form. In the older sections of the
province the inevitable result is al
ready apparent. The soil has greatly
deteriorated and so has the quality
of the product.
Insurance on Life of Czar.
It may or may not be an ominous
circumstance that of late a number of
persons in London have been taking
out insurance on the life of Czar Nich
olas, though the companies demand
heavy premiums. Fifteen guineas
(about $77.75) per $1,000 is the ruling
figure. Thus a man who took out a
policy on the czar’s life for $2,500
will have to pay nearly $200 a year as
long as the emperor lives and he keeps
up the insurance.
In the Old Barn.
They were husking corn in the old
barn.
“They say love is blind.” remarked
the bucolic lass in gingham gown.
“Yes, color blind,” whispered the
girl in the knitted shawl. “Hiram
thought a yellow ear of corn was red
and kissed me twice.”
His Strenuous Wife.
Oldwed—Do you use condensed
milk at your house?
Newed—No; but my wife gets busy
occasionally and turns out a con
densed cake.
Automobiles and Women.
Mr. Crimsonbeak—“Automobiles are
a good deal like women.”
Mrs. Cri m son beak—" Because they
are expensive. I suppose?”
“Not exactly. Because they are hard
to control, and when they get cranky
you don't know what's the matter with
them.”—Yonkers Statesman.
Out of Style.
“Well, they are no longer the fash
ion.”
“What?”
“Eleven butt in’ kids; the football
season is over.”
VERY OBLIGING.
‘‘I told the artist who is painting my portrait to make my mouth small,
ever so small.”
‘ What did he say?”
“Said he’d leave it out altogether if I wanted him to.”
A Thing to Avoid.
“Ha! that's a clever story.” laughed
Dawson. “Here comes Rorem; tell it
to him.”
“No,” said Mawson, “it would be
suggestive to him.”
“Nonsense! Nobody could possibly
consider that story suggestive.
“He could. He'd consider it sugges
tive of some old chestnut which he’d
insist upon telling."—Catholic Stand
ard.
The Cook’s Favorite.
Mrs. Powers—I’m afraid you'll have
to use your influence to have a new
policeman assigned to this beat. Brid
get doesn't like the present one.
Mr. Powers—All right, and while
I'm about it I'll to careful to get one
that likes his roast beef rare. I'm
tired of overdone meat.
Working Overtime Without Pay.
j Mr. Jackson—Ah wnkked two hours
| ober time yesteddy an' nebbah got no
pay fer it.
| Mr. Johnson—flow'd yo’ come to do
| It?
Mr. Jackson—Do boy failed ter wake
| me up at. quittin’ time and Ah slop’
! two hours after six.
Alack! Alas!
“For every dollar spent in this coun
try for spirituous and malt liquors,”
said the moralizer. “twenty cents is
spent for tea and coffee.”
“Gee!” exclaimed the demoralizer,
“the amount of coin squandered on
tea and coffee is certainly something
fierce.”
Making Allowances.
He—What allowance do you think
your father ought to make us when
we are married?
She—Well. I think if he makes al
lowances for my extravagance and
your income, dear, he will be doing
as much as we can expect of him.
He Admitted It.
"Conductor,” said the timid old lady,
‘‘ain't you 'feared o’ bein’ killed by the
'lectricitv in these here cars?”
“No. ma’am.” replied the man, as he
pocketed four fares and rang up two.
“I’m not exactly a good conductor.”—
Philadelphia Public Ledger.
Necessary Preparation.
“Has your boy passed his exami
nation for college?”
“Not entirely. He has qualified in
his studies, but he lias yet to pass a
physician’s examination to determine
whether he can stand being hazed.”
The Sacrifice.
Clara—I don’t see why you liked
that group picture of our society; it
wasn’t particularly good of you.
Isabelle—I know it, but it was so
perfectly horrid of that conceited .Miss
Gushing!—Detroit Free Press.
Explaining It.
“Troubled with sleeplessiess, eh?”
said the doctor. “Is your trouble of
long standing?”
“Yes,” replied Popley, “and long
walking. The baby’s had colic every
night for three months.”
Cum Grano Salis.
“Well, Mrs. Eragley is a good wom
an, but I think she lets her left hand
know what her right hand does.”
"Well, her left hand probably takes
the information with a grain of salt.”
The Customary Climax.
Nordy—How did that new play end?
Butts—Oh, in the usual way.
Nordy—And what do you call the
usual way?
Butts—In a whirl of hats and feath
ers and opera cloaks.
Wasteful.
gue—Liza jes’ bought a book on
“How to Be Beautiful.”
Dinah—Huh! Some fool niggahs ’d
spend dere money jes’ tryin to find
out how to get rid ob freckles.
I
A Discussion at the Club.
Mis. Brown—Why, those Wall street
speculators get control of stocks and
they just ruin people.
Mrs. Jones—How dreadful! But I
should think the governors of the
stock exchange would forbid the sell
ing stocks to speculators.
Looks Like Malpractice.
Dr. Cutts—“I made an awful mis
take when I diagnosed that mans case
as appendicitis.”
Dr. b!ash W hat did the operation
disclose?”
Dr. Cutts—‘ That he didn't have a
cent.”
Quite Possible.
^arR Mo t ink dat book ’ll ra’Iy
; show yo’ how to tell forchuns by
kyards?
Pete Shuah. Dey’ll guarantee dat
yo’ kin do it jist as good as a for
chune teller. '
Wanted: An Opportunity.
Miss Youngbud— Don’t you admire
a man who can say the right thing at
the right time?
Miss Elderberry—I’m sure I could—
if 1 ever had the pleasure of meeting
such a man.
Same Old Thing.
“What is a scenic railroad, pop?”
“A scenic railroad, my son. is one
where the scenery never changes.”
The Principal Things.
Citiman—“So you're really getting
used to the country. I should think
you'd miss a good many things then
that you had in the city.”
Subbubs—“Not as much as I mif
some things that 1 never had in the
city.”
Citiman—“Vv'hat do you moan? '
Subbubs—“Trains.” — Philadelphia
Press.
Most Exceptional.
“Hill was quite seriously ill. but Dr.
Frankley pulled him through ai
right.”
"Yes, he’s a remarkable doctor.''
“Is he, really?”
“Oh. yes, he never once remark •
to Hills people that they had call- •
him ’just in time.’ ”
Saving Trouble.
“Does your janitor attempt to show
his authority?”
“No,” answered Mrs. Flatts. “IF
didn't have to show his authority. 1
started in by giving him to understand
that I fully recognized it without an
argument.”—Washington Star.
Wisdom of Solomon.
Solomon explained why he cam*'
have a magic carpet.
“^Suppose 3,000 wives ordered you
to take it up when you moved? says
he.
Commanding the wind to do the joi
he excited universal envy.
Another Way of Putting It.
New Boarder—I suppose the Ian
lady charges more lor the more com
fortable rooms?
Old Boarder—I should say she
charges more for the less uncomlor?
able rooms.
Cynical.
“Which do you think counts for the
most in life, money or brains?”
“Well,” answered Miss Cayenne. “1
see so many people who manag e t
get on with so little of either tha* I
am beginning to lose my respect t >r
both.”
Plausible.
Knicker—So the burglar wa f un
under the bed?
Bocker—Yes. his defense was m
sentmindedness. Said he was .-•> u
to crawling under his auto to e why
it didn’t go.
Somewhat Similar.
Little Johnny—Say, Tommy i.d;
ever hear a steam calliope?
Little Tommy—No, but Iv- ’ «>ar
ma lots of times when pa ge\s >•
late.
Sparks Flying.
“Miss Newflame is certainly •
acinar him.”
“Oh. yes. It isn't exactly a cr. < i
spontaneous ccmbusion.”
A Question of Responsibil.t .
“Well, when things are at th .. . •
they begin to mend.”
“Yes. that’s because peopF> : r: -
had sense enough to mend L • •:
sooner. ’
A Distressing Certainty.
“I dislike to hear music mur. -r : '*
“Yes, especially considering thru ;•
is sure to come to life to be murder*
ngain.”
A HOT ONE.
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He—I don’t feel good. I suppose it was the lobster we had fo* .jm
Do you think lobsters unhealthy?
She—You look pretty well.
That’s Fun.
“You know, they say ‘all the world
loves a lover,’” began the sentimental
young man.
“Yes,” interrupted the cynic, “but
not as much as it loves to hear Ute
lover’s letters read out in court."
At the Soiree.
“Have you any of my works in
your house, mauam?” asked the long
haired gentleman.
“I beg your pardon.” said the lady,
“are you an author or a clockmuker?”
He Sure Ought.
Bilkins—I see John D. Rockefeller
is lecturing to his Sunday school class
on the subject of “leaven.”
Pilkins—Well, he ought to know all
about raising the “dough.”—Louis
ville Courier-Journal.
All Right Coming In.
Mrs. Crimson beak—I suppose you
never saw any good in a woman?
Mr. Crimsonbeak—Oh. yes, I've no
ticed that you only slam the door
when you're leaving the room.
Exercise to the Limit.
Doctor—The only thing that v
cure you is plenty of exerci > afi.
your meals.
Poor Man—Exercise? Huh* (l
lav on m>' mea,S L'a-' ,n
day out or I wouldn't get 'em.
The Other Boy Was Angry. Too.
Willie?’’ dM y°U ROt ,hal biil"k * '
edlv R?Kvdat’” ,re,plied Wll»o. disg
cdlj. bj wait in to count ten Ah.
I was angry, like you told mo to do. ’ k
A Friend in Need.
Beetem-Pshaw! I must h;iV.,
by noon to-day, and I left
. , 1 *cii my monev
at home m my other cloth, -. t
you help me out?
Wiseman—Sure, m ien,, ,
fare to go home for it.
Of Course.
Beile—Wouid you allow a n-ui
kiss you?
intyZ -lmTWe11, 1 think it *« our
d*ty to—er—to make aliowai, s 1 r
tk« weaknesses of mankind.
