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A small girl (Mitorod a butcluT shop and askod: 

 "How much is your frankfurtcM's, Mr Mcvor?" 

 "Thirty cents a i)ound.'" 



"Oh, Mr. Meyer. I can get them at Mr. Braun's shop for $.24." 

 "Well, why don't you get them there?" 

 "'Cause Mr. i^raun ain't got no more." 



"Is that so? Well I do the same. When I got them, they're S.30 

 a i)()und. Wh(M\ 1 ain't got them, they're $.24, same as Mr. Braun's." 



Motorist : "We're going fifty miles an hour. Are you afraid? " 

 Fair Pa.ssenger, swallowing another mouthful of dust: ''No. I'm 

 just full of grit." 



Boy : " Please let n.ie have a hook on Whales." 



Lilj-arian: "Here is a l)ook telling all about Whales — how they live, 

 and how they are hunted and cai)tured and killed, and what products 

 they furnish us with." 



J^oy : "Oh, I mean the country. Whales, not the insect." 



On his first trip to the country, the child was taken to the pasture to 

 see the cows. Just as they approached one of the animals, the little 

 visitor was startled by a loud "IMoo-oo." But he was a brave young- 

 ster, and grasping the hand of his guide ventured a step nearer. After 

 long scrutiny of the cow, he asked: "Which horn did he blow out of? " 



It is rumored that a goat has been running around loose in the De- 

 partment of \'ertebrate Palaeontology laboratories. Charlie Christman, 

 however, vigorously denies it. 



The children had l)een much impressed by the entrance of their aunt 

 into a convent. 



"Now- she's not 'auntie' any more," said the little girl. "She's a 

 'sister.' " 



"What's a he-sister, Mother?" asked the little boy. 



"A monk." 



"Well, that's what I'm going to do when I grow up — be a monk." 



"You moan," said the little sister, scornfully, "you'll be a monkey." 



