Good Reason.

Progress, Volume XIII, Issue 9, 1 May 1918, Page 210

Good Reason.

My Tuesdays are meatless, My Wednesdays are wheatless, T am getting more eatless each day. My home it is heatless, My bed it is sheetless They’re sent to the Y.M.C.A. The barrooms are treatless, My coffee is sweetless, Each day I get poorer and wiser. My stockings are footless, My trousers are seatless, My word, how I do hate the Kaiser! —“Detroit News.” The local pawnbroker’s shop was on fire, and among the crowd of spectators was an old woman who attracted much attention by her sobs and cries of despair. “What is the matter with you?” a fireman said. “You don’t own the shop, do you?” .. “No,” she Availed, “but my old man’s suit is pawned there and he don’t know it.”“The Argonaut.” ' & * Young Widow: Did you have any trouble getting Jack to propose? Girl.. Friend: No, dear, I told him you were after him.— ‘ Boston Transcript. ’ ’