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like a froji;. aiul you kcc\) tijilit hold of her waist and hold up ln>r iio:id — 

 what over you do, don't let her iiead g,i't under water or she'll be so 

 seared she'll never get over it. Vou know how searey girls are. You 

 gotta coax 'em along. So be sure you don't let her head gr) under. — • 

 Who's the girl? 



First Youth: "Your sister." 



Seeond Youth: "My si.ster! Oh, well, push her in!" 



Where's that weather prophet who told us last December that the 

 winter was over? We'd like to pension him off. 



The most difficult ups and downs in life are keeping expenses down 

 and a]:)pearances up. 



^^'e used to get half fare on the railway. Now we get it in the 

 restaurants. 



And speaking of railways — the trains which were held up by the 

 recent snowfall are running again. But it's alright. The commuters 

 are catching them. 



A lawyer and a minister were arguing about the hereafter. The 

 minister glowingly described the glories of future life, setting forth 

 copious and enthusiastic arguments to support his theory. But the 

 lawyer said, when he had finished: "Say what you will, I belie v^e that 

 death ends all." 



"If death ended all," retorted the minister, "most of you lawyers 

 would be starving." 



Mr. Buckley says that the life of an elevator operator is not a bed of 

 roses. Xo sooner does he get a car-load of passengers up to the top 

 floor than some ornery critter on the ground floor gives him a call down. 



Mother: "Don't you go out to that dance without vour rul^bers, 

 William! The pavements are all wet and slushy." 



William: "That's alright, Mother. My feet can't get wet. I've 

 got on my pumps." 



