Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 128, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 June 1918 — FOR A LAUGH [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

FOR A LAUGH

Twenty-One Meals, However. Her Dad—Why, hang it, girl, the fellow only earns fifteen a week. Herself—l know, papa, but a week passes so quickly when you’re fond of each other. A Practical Orator.

“That last speech of yours was a classic." “I’m afraid sq,” replied Senator Sorghum. “You don’t seem gratified.” “I feel complimented, but apprehensive. As a rule a classic is something that people admire but don’t understand."

Critics? Opinion. “How did the critics treat you, dear?” asked the wife of the man who had just had a play produced. “Treat me? They didn’t I treated them.” “What did you do, dear?” “I took ’em out between each of the acts and blew ’em to drinks and cigars.” “That’s good. And what did they say then?” “That my piece should have been divided up into more acts.” Nonsense to Her.

'She failed to laugh at one of his alleged jokes. “My dear, I fear you have no sense of humor.” “There’s no sense to It” declared his wife.

Expecting Too Much. Rankin—ls I ever have to fight in the trenches I hope I can have a periscope. Phyle—Yes, the things are mighty handy to look through and see If the enemy is near. “Are they only to look through?” “Yes. What did you think they were for?’ “Gee! I thought you could stay safely out of sight and shoot through the things.”