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Fast Worker
"And 1 suppose you can show me
some testimonials?” said the lady
of the house when interviewing a
new maid.
"I’m sorry, mum, but I’ve gone
an’ left ’em at ’omel But I assure
you, mum, that in me lars’ place
every momin’ I was up at four, and
1 made me Are. put me kettle on,
got the breakfast and made till the
beds before anyone else in the ’ouse
was upl”
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Maurice, wearing his first wool
suit with long pants at church one
Sunday morning, was making bis
second survey of its treasures.
Presently, to the consternation ol
the minister and the delight of the
congregation, he shrilled:
“Oh, mamma! Here’s another
pocket!”—Indianapolis News.
His Super Good Deed
Scoutmaster—What is your good
deed for today?
Scout—Mother had only one dose
of castor oil left, so I let my brother
have it—Tit-Bits Magazine.
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Hubby—What! Another new
gown? Perhaps you will tell me,
madam, how I shall get the money
to pay for it.
Wifey—You must excuse me. I
am your wife, not your financial
adviser.
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“Now, Son, I hope you are not
going to marry a mere parlor orna
ment. In other words, I hope the
girl you have selected is a girl who
can do something.”
“She’s all right Why, that girl
can roll a cigarette better than I
can.”
SCOOP ’ER UP
“You say you like nut coal?”
“Sure—makes a cracking good
fire.”
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Pedestrian—I need support in this
situation! Where’s the police?
Footpad—I’m holding you up,
ain’t I?
SHOT AND SHELL
“Wonder why this Army journal
is called simply The Magazine?”
"Full of military articles, I sup
pose.”
NO SUCH THING
‘‘Did dat guy you braced fall fot
your hard luck story?”
‘‘Naw. He said I was tryin’ to
work him.”
“H’m. How foolish to suspect
youse of working.”
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Aunt—I hear you’re engaged. Whi
is the happy man?
Ruth—I really can’t say yet. Who
ever it was proposed to me in th»
dark and I don’t know whether it
was Tom or Dick. They kiss so
much alike.
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“Come now, if you were in my
shoes, what would you do?”
“Get ’em half-soled.”