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THE O XV L f 34- F lx K ,al 3 N Xp. N HI don't know what to do with that son of mine. He's been at college two years and still keeps at the foot of the class. VVhy not make a chiropodist of him? x I 1 2 . mill!!! if ' llllllllllllll - S ell, 3 . 'E llllllllllllll N Are you the man who gave my brother a dog last week? III am.Y! Well, mother says to come and take them all back. This is the skull of a man who was shipwrecked for two years on a desert island with two chorus girls. How did he die? He wore himself out tearing down the signals they put up. HOSTESS CGushinglyj- You know, I've heard a great deal about you. PROMINENT POLITICIAN CAbsentlyj- Possibly, but you can't prove anything. Fffly-one My daddy's a bookkeeperf' said little Bertie proudly. I know it, replied his little playmate. He has several of my daddy's books. You have only two or three buildings in this new town of yours. I know, responded the enthusiastic realtor, Hbut look at the parking space. LANDLORD CTo prospective tenantj- You know we keep it very quiet and orderly here. Do you have any children? No. A piano, radio, or victrola? 11NO.H Do you play any musical instrument? Do you have a dog, cat or parrot? UNO, but my fountain pen scratches a little sometimes. The girl friend collects antiques, and recently she acquired a horse-hair chair, whereupon she discovered immediately why grandmother wore six petticoats. A fellow has to be a contortionist to get by these days. First of all, he's got to keep his back to the wall and his ear to the ground. He's expected to put his shoulder to the wheel, his nose to the grindstone, keep a level head, and both feet on the ground. And, at the same time, look for the silver lining with his head in the clouds.
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THE OWL I know it, she said bitterly. But I can't help it. I've got to know. Why don't you write Mr. Turner then? He'll surely know. No,l' said jane, stubbornly. I don't want him to know I'm that much interested. I'm going home. Silly, l1e'll think it's funny you're coming back so soon. Jane had no answer for that. But she went any- way. Wlhen she walked in the office Monday morning, Mr. Turner almost fell on her neck. I never was so glad to see anybody in my life. Carter left and I didn't know where to reach you. Carter was the bookkeeper. Mr. Turner was so overjoyed to see her he forgot to ask what had caused her to change her plans. The phone rang. Jane reached for it eagerly. Miss Winslow! When did you get back? Did you have a good time? Aren't you back early? VVe didn't expect you yet. Sorry I didn't get a chance to write. Everything is Okay. It was the 'VVater Witch.' Don't seem to be badly damaged. We've raised her and pulled her ashore at Love Point. l'm so glad, Mr. Penton. XVant to talk to Mr. Turner? Just a minute. jane was glad the boat had sunk. She hated herself for it. She was utterly ashamed of herself. But the thought persisted just the same. It gave her a chance to see more of Richard Penton. Naturally the engine would need attention after being under water so long. Airplane engines weren't built for, that. Jane had some friends at her home several weeks later and asked Dickie. To her surprise and delight he came. She had expected him to refuse. He made himself utterly charming. Jane played thirty- two hands of Bridge and wasn't even sleepy. They had a lovely time and Dickie accepted an invitation from the other couple to play at their home in the near future. jane was overjoyed. It was very late when they left. Dickie took the other two in his car. As Jane tucked her now short hair into a cap to keep the wave in, she wondered wistfully when the next time would be. In spite of the late hours the night before, jane awoke early. Refreshed and happy she left for the office. Two men, who were sitting behind her in the street car, were talking excitedly about an accident that had happened the night before. Idly, Jane listened. She really could not help hearing because they were speaking loudly, and most of it was plainly audible above the noise of the car. She caught snatches of the conversation. Two o'clock this morning-coming home from party. Run into a telegraph pole to keep from hitting a dog. Paper says he's going to die. Darned shame, too. Dick Penton is the best lawyer in the city. jane heard no more. Dickie! They were talk- ing about Dickie! He was hurt! Dying! Vllherel Dickie dying! Dickie dying! The words ham- mered themselves through Jane's mind. The car wheels seemed to shriek them. Dickie's dying. Dickie's dying. No, no, not Dickie. Oh, dear Lord, not Dickie. Jane was not aware that she spoke the words aloud. No, no, she kept repeating, it must be someone else. It can't be Dickie. But a newsboy coming through the car was crying, Read all about it. Prominent lawyer hurt in auto crash. Read all about it. jane found two cents with difficulty and bought a paper. Having bought it, she was afraid to look at it. It couldn't be Dickie: not her Dickie. Desperately she glanced at the paper. It was Dickie? His picture occupied a prominent place and under it were the words. Richard Penton, promi- nent lawyer, who is believed near death at ---- Hospital, following an auto crash early this morn- ing. The paper went into detail, but jane couldn't see the words. Everything went black before her eyes. She seemed to be going round and round. Dimly she heard someone say, Look out. Catch her. The car was passing a hospital, so they took Jane in there. She opened her eyes finally and looked into the sweet face of the head nurse. 'lWhere am I? she asked. Then she remembered. Dickie, she cried, Dickie, and fainted again. It took the doctor and the nurse a long time to bring her to. The doctor had pointed to the picture of Richard Penton in the paper that was clutched tightly in jane's hand. The nurse nodded under- standing and shook her head sorrowfully. Poor thing, she crooned, poor little girl. She will get a worse shock yet. Can we keep it from her? Jane struggled to consciousness in time to hear the last words. f'Keep what from me? she demanded. Then seeing the look on the nurse's face, she said, Dickie, he's head. That's what you want to keep from me, isn't it? Is Richard Penton in this hospital? Yes, said the nurse. Richard Penton is here. He is not dead, but he is very ill: both legs broken and concussion of the brain. Take me to him at once, demanded Jane. The nurse shook her head. He is too ill to see anyone. Do you know him well? she asked sympathetically. A cunning plan was developing in Jane's head. She must see Dickie. She would face the conse- quences afterward. I am Mrs. Penton, she said quietly. XYill you take me to my husband, please. Surprised into action, the nurse led the way down the long corridor. I thought Mr. Penton was a bachelor, she said finally. CContinued on Page 53D F iffy
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THE OXVL JOKES-Continued Do you wish the court to understand that you refuse to renew your dog license? Yes, your honor, but-H XVe ,want no 'buts.' The license has expired. Yes, and so has the dog. H1GH MUCICY'-MUCIi'iiLCtlS get our wives together tonight and have a big evening. BROTHER MUCKY-MUCK-HO. K., but where shall we leave them? And now, said the teacher, can any- one give me a sentence using the word 'candor '? Please, ma'am, said the bright little boy in the front seat, my papa had a pretty stenographer but my mamma saw her and so my pop candor. xX??ff9P i' ' Z libmi i 5 ' 14.5. DOCToRfHYou must avoid all forms of excitement. FEMALE PATIENT- But, Doctor, can't I even look at them on the street? 'flVhy do you look so sorrowful, Nlurphy ? I just heard a man call another a liar, and the man who was called a liar said the other would have to apologize, or there would be a fight. And why should that make you so sad? f'The other man apologized. 1 .- lj ' I. Y XT!-P Q P' J e fl' X 1 u - . E , . I. iv 9 ' Q . I , sh 1 xg I P o l r ' in ll! ,, ' ' z H if -. ' 1 E Boss CSupiciouslyjw- Isn't it rather odd that your grandmother is being buried on the day of the big football match? PORTER- Oh, no sirl She wasn't going to it in any case. A chorus girl, deliciously pretty but decidedly low-brow, somehow found herself at a very select party given by a famous society woman. The girl, lonely and uncomfortable as a fish out of water, was leaning against the wall, framed against the dark oak, when the hostess took pity on her. Aly dear, she said, kindly, you look jus! like an old Rembrandt. A' Well, retorted the damsel, sharply, you olon't look too darned snappy yourseU. Fzflyflwo
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