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Courting Up to Date

“The demure, shrinking type of maiden used to be able to walk to the altar with the matrimonial bacon,” complains Miss Etta Kette, “but the one who brings home the husband now-a-days seems to be the one who grabs him and bites her initials in his cheek.”

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A Sundodger

Baby—“I want my bottle.”

Mother—“Keep quiet. You’re just like your father.”

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Crossing the “Bar”

Midnight, a gleaming star,