[the sunny side of life]
I Clean Comics That Will Amuse Both Old and Young
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/u*e off schedule—this Foe's
Got EVBRyTHiME tied up— but
ANyWAy THE BUSSES DON’T STOP
HERE-OR IS THAT THE OTHER,
S’MATTER POP— Ambrose, the Word Handler _ __By C. M. PAYNE
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FINNEY OF THE FORCE •-** Shooting Off
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POP— Right Road, Wrong Direction By J. MILLAR WATT
CHUMS By GLUYAS WILLIAMS
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PLEASING THE CUSTOMER
Patient—What! Three dollars to
pull this tooth? Three dollars for
three seconds’ work?
Dentist—No, not necessarily. If
you'd rather, 1 can worry it tor
half an hour and then puli it out by
slow motion. Just as you say.—
Farm Journal.
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Frantically the young bride tele
phoned her husband at his office.
“Ob. John,” she sobbed, “please
hurry home. 1 got the electric wires
mixed up, the radio is all covered
with white frost and the refrigerator
is playing ‘Home, Sweet Home’.”
Metal Management
“A great deal depends on know
ing when to speak your mind.”
“Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum,
“and still more on knowing when to
change it”
A Change for the Worse
Bob—See any change In me?
Johnny—No. why?
Bob—I Just swallowed 15 cents.
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| The Curse of Progress |
PARROTS, MAYBE
“Have you any little ones home,
Mrs. De Style?”
“Oh, just two of the loveliest little
darlings you ever saw! And they’re
both Poms.”
OUT-OF-DATE
Old Aunt—Well, my dear, were
you a good girl while I was away?
Jane—Not me, good girls are so
dreadfully mid-Victorian.
ANY COLOR
"The coat doesn’t make the
man.”
“But the coat of paint makes the
woman.”
THEY ALL LEARN
New Man—I don’t seem to get
the right weights in meats.
Boss—You’ll soon get your hand
in with a little experience.
HUH, THE IDEA
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Wifle—A new broom sweeps clean.
Hubby—Then why ask me to buy
a vacuum cleaner?
TWEEDLE-DE*DEE
“Why does a cat screech and wail
on a back fence?”
“Full of fiddle strings, you know.”
IN PLACE, YES?
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Hubby—Where is my hat? It’«
always being stuck on some ridicu
lous thing or other.
Wife—Well, I hope it will soon be
stuck on your head!
GETS ms TURN
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Missionary (establishing pleasant
relations)—And may I expect to be
present at dinner?
Cannibal Chief—Sure thing, you’ll
come right after the soup.