WELL FED
Miss SUm—You're getting stouter,
llr. Jones, aren't you?
Mr. Jones—Yes, I weigh OTer 800
pounds now and Mrs. Jones says 1
am a pest during the hot weather,
It takes me too long to get through
a screen door.
AGONY HITS
Frosh—I never see you at the ball
games any more.
Soph—No. The way our team la
playing now I And It less depress
lng to read about the games than
to see them.
A BOOSTER
“lour friend Diggs has a fine
coat of tan. He must be fond of out
door sports.”
“He Is. That fellow spends two
hours every afternoon*standing In
the hot sun In front of the baseball
bulletin board."
HIGH LIFE
Boarder—And what do you do
with the waste?
Farmer—Waal, you got either to
keep pigs or summer boarders.
•WELL DONE
"So Tom lost his position In the
city hall. Did he get a raw deal?”
"No; he got fired on a cooked-up
charge.”
NOT ENOUGH
"Beaut; la on); akin deep.”
"I consider that a wise provision
of nature, aa with that limitation
only the girls are kept bus; enough."
INTERESTING COMICS AND HUMOR
AS DEPICTED BY FAMOUS CARTOONISTS AND WRITERS
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GAME’S OVER
“Why was Tom’s engagement to
Helen broken?"
"She broke him.”
STILL ANOTHER ONE
Mr. Jones (angrily)—I was the
biggest fool In the world when I
asked you to marry me I
Mrs. Jones (dangerously sweet)—
Not the biggest, dearest. I accept
ed you!
WILLING TO WAIT
Jogging Pete—Say, missus, can ye
gimme a Job diggln' taters?
Parmer’s Wife—Land sakes! We
don't dig taters for another month
yet.
Jogging Pete—That’s all right,
ma’am. I’ll Uve here till diggln'
time.
LEAVE IT TO ’EM
"Did you tell your wife every
thing you did while she was away?"
"No, the neighbors attended to
that”
NO JOKING
"I took them to be a theatrical
couple.”
•'4>id they wear spats?"
"No; but they certainly had
olenty of them."
NOT SO BAD
Crane—Well, what the . . .?
Ostrich—Just a little Idea of min*
to keep a cold In the head from set
tllng down on the chest
THE PROOF
' I
Mrs. Hen—Alas, some of my poor
hlfdren are In them