The Coconino sun., 1923-06-29

draws the neck and the ruins after
everyone else is served. What is home
without mother?' Yes, that is all
right, but what is home without a
father? Ten chances to one it is a
boarding house, father is under slab
and the landlady is a widow. Dad,
here's to you. You've got your faults
you may have lots of 'em-but you
are all right and we will miss you
when you're gone"
Judge j. E. Jones, when he was a
boy out in Arkansaw, was riding a
mule down the railroad track one day
when a train came along behind him.
Eddie whipped up the OF mule Down
the track they went, hell bent.
The engineer learned out of the cab
and yelled:
"You dunn fool, why don't you get
often the track"
Eddie yelled back over his shoulder:
mo, sirreel Ye'd ketch me in al
jiffy on that thar plowed ground"
A portly Mexican woman walked
along Aspen avenue last week, her
ample bosom covered three deep with
badges and medals of all shapes and
colors. She explained when Dick Con-
nor asked her what she wore them
for that she was daughter of two
hundred and thirty-eight revolutions.
He was kind of Shalf-seas-over, or
-you-so, or, as we say in
Spanish, ''pifflicated."
John Metz saw him leaning up
against lamp-post across the street.
"Come over here. / want to see you,
John called.
"Come over there ?" the man called
back. "Howinell kin /? It's all /
kin do to stay here!"
A rancher out in Doney Park was
reading the life of Napoleon. He got
so interested that he forgot his work
and stayed right on in the house, read
ing. Along in the middle of the af
ternoon he said to his wife: "Say, do
you know what I would have done if
| had been in that feller, Napoleon's
place 2"
"Yes," she snapped, you'd have set
tied right down on farm in Corsica
an let it run itself"
Dear C. C.-What sort of plant is
Virginia creeper Jim Giddings.
1t amt plant, jim, it's railroad
A tourist asked Walter Conley,
while the latter was taxi-ing him out
over the desert, how to spell Begashi-
hito.
"Well," Walter explained, "some
spells it one way and some spells it
another, but in my judgment there
amt no proper way"
A colored woman asked young
Flagstaff damsel when she was going
to get married. 1t happened to be a
very tender subject with the latter,
who had been having spat with her
best feller.
81 don't know" she replied. II
really don't think ever shall get
married.
"Nev' min' honey" said the color
ed woman. "They do say as OF maids
am de happies kind after dey quits
strugglin."
Colonel Fred Breen of Flagstaff,
editor of The Sun, was in Phoenix last
week, and as he sat in the Adams ho-
tel lobby talking to a friend, a distin-
guished looking man came in. who's
that chap" the colonel asked.
"He's an entomologist," the friend
replied.
"Well, there are SO many religions
nowadays that nobody but the police
can keep track of 'em.''-Old Cattle
man, in Prescott Courier.
Amt these awful?
A maiden passed with silken hose,
Well suited for display;
A spinster puckered up her nose,
And turned her head away.
The maiden went her way content,
The men all stopped to stare;
The spinster saw, and then she went
And bought herself a pair.
ART RIORDAN.
I'd hate to be a horsefly,
And with the horseflies buzz;
The picking for the horsefly,
Amt what it used to was.
jim TILLMAN.
| went to the fountain with Mary,
And met with an awful mishap;
For | awkwardly emptied bottle
Of soda all over her lap.
But Mary was gentle and gracious,
4 There are few so tactful as she),
For. smiling with perfect composure,
Said sweetly, "The drinks are on me.
YVES MARLAR.
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