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FAKED?

The maddening thing about some of our otherwise splendid radiir progr:rms is the thunderous applause that punctuates every joke, every song, etc. It,s no use. Even Sambo down at the bowling alley knows most of it is phoney.

As a matter of fact Ed Wynne uttered a great truth when he said his program is for the younger folks, the older ones would remember all the gags.

Happiness

Happiness does not consist in the things themselves, but in the relish we have of them, and a mdn hath attained to it when he enjoys what he loves and desires himself, and not what other people think lovely and enjoyable.-La Rochefoucauld. (That's a remark most of these folks who gurgle their love of grand opera might well take home).

Physical Training

Train your mouth to smile when the day is dark; your tongue to speak for the advancement of humanity; your nose not to sniff at those beneath you; your ears to hear nothing but good of others; your eyes to see the needs of your fellow men; your hands to supply those needs, and your feet to walk always in the upward path, though stony and steep.-Gerald Gray.

A Short Skirt Tragedy

He was a little lawyer rnan

Who softly smiled as he began

Her dear, dead husband's will to scan.

And thinking of his coming fee

He said to her quite pleasantly:

"You have a nice fat legacy."

Next morning as he lay in bed

With bandages about his head, He wondered what on earth he'd said.

Too Late

Gruff Father: "Son, why don't you get out and find a job? When I was your age f was working in a store for g3 a week, and at the end of five years f owned the store."

Son: "You couldn't do that nowadays, father. These stores all have cash registers.,'

Just In Time

"Tell me what you eat," said a soda-fountain philosopher in a loud voice, "and I'll tell you what you are."

"Cancel my order for shrimp salad," piped up a little man a few seats away.

A Sure Thing

The midday whistle had blown when Murphy shouted: t'Has anyone seen me vest?"

"Sure, Murphy," said Cassidl, "ye've got it on.r, "Right an' f have," said Murphy. "An' it's a good thing you noticed it or f'd have gone home without it.,'

With Banners

Although I am beaten, no one shall knowI'll wear defeat so proudly. I shall go About rny business just as before; Only when I have safely closed the door Against you and all, shall I be free To bow my head-when none can see.

Tonight I'11 shed my tears, but tomorrow when I walk with you, I will be gay again. Though I am beaten, no one shall guess, For I will walk as though f am Success.

-Abagail Cresson.

CAT CHAT_CATRIBUTED

Me an'the nabor's cat has a game this a.m. with nut results, w'i'ch these is those. We meats erly an, salutes; ,.play bawl," f cat calls, an' we begins,

He makes a four pas w'ich is uncatpleted, an, I slams him fur a double; he drugs me down under the close line with over the fense tu go. We falls in a,clinch an, takes time out.

'We meow squares off an' faints, feline eech uther out; he smashes a bot rite tu mi wind an' slides tu third. I lets him hav it on the button; we flies out tu centre field an' goes down fur the count.

We goes intu a huddel an' does spinners, goin, outta bounds ontu the lst row uv spinach.

"Cat sarn .it," yelps mi master, "get tu blasses outta the gardin !"

The nabor's cat then teas off an' steels a hum run. I makes a leepin' takkel an' pins him tu his oan dore mat; the fur flies. He serves a mene toe holt, wilch I returns with a half Nelsun; he spikes me an' I socks him twict in the solar plexim; "fowl !" he catwails, an, we,en I looks up to sea wher at, he grabs hisself a birdie an' walks.

The game ends rite ther'. His missis cums tu the dore an slings a bier bottel, sum oranges an' a baked appel wi,ch spatters; ther' is langwidge also.

Seams I'm detroit round here, I catends, an so goes hum tu mi own dug out.

I has a nu idee meow, but as mi fren Kip wood say, wus he a feline, 'that is anuther cat's tail."

Mickey the Fam'ly Cat Purr.-A. Merriam Conner.