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Jimmie-My ma's gone downtown to pay some bills.
Tommie-Pooh! The man comes to the house to collect ours!
Teacher-What will your father say, Johnny, when I tell him how bad you've been?
Johnny-I dassent tell yer, miss. Maw don't 'low me ter use dat kind o' language.
THE SECRET DIVULGED.
He-But you've known her all your life. How old is she?
She-I'll tell you, but it's a secret, mind. She is just at the age when one doesn't look it!
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The sunset dies, but lingers still
In poppies' crimson bloom;
The twilight fades, but the silver stars
Shine out 'mid the enfolding gloom.
So Joy walks with us a little way,
Great as a joy can be;
Then drops our clinging hand and goes-
But, ah! the memory!
FOR PUTURE REFERENCE.
He only thinks he thinks who thinks
The girl he loves to-day
Will not insist, when she's his wife,
On having her own way.
PASSING REMARKS.
Talkative Bore - Well, young man, what's going on to-day?
Former Victim - I am.
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