Follies And Foibles

"VVhat is Slugglns doing now?" "He has opened a school of vocal culture. " "Not singin'?" "Naw; puglllsm." ■JifTgs - Weren't you surprised at the way thinps turned out? Jag-gs - Ho, I expected the unexpeeted would happen. Hayes - I wonder why Brovrn sold the watchdog he used to blow about so mueh. Jackson - A tramp stole the chain the dog was tied to. Editor- Who wrote these verses? Poet, proudly- I did, ir. Editor- Well, it's fortúnate for you that you are so muoh my physical superior. Judge- Colonel, I understand you are acquainted with warfare in all its forms? Colonel- No, judge, no; not in all its forms. I'm a bachelor. Young Tutter- Do you mlnd, Misa Clara, if I don't war a dress suit after this when I cali? Miss Pinkerly- Certainly not. Mr. Tutter, if you are coming on business. Mrs. McSwatt- That naw yirl in the kitchen breaks an awful lot of ealna. She worries m nearly u daath. Mr. McSwatt - I don't mind it sa much. WUea she's brcaking china she isn't slnglng "Sweet Marie." "I am afraid thia lf wül bare to come off," said the doctor. "Bf that's the eas," said Oklahoma Buba, "you miffht jist aa well kiü me ofl aad fee done with il The' ain't no ■ ter a man to go on llTin', merely f ur the fan of dyln' lomi time wita only oae boot .