The seven ages of man have recently been tabulated on an acquisitive
basis, as follows:
First Age--Sees the earth.
Second Age--Wants it.
Third Age--Starts to get it.
Fourth Age--Decides to be satisfied with half of it.
Fifth Age--Becomes still more moderate.
Sixth Age--Now content to possess a six by two foot strip of it.
Seventh Age--Gets the strip.
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Under the swinging street car strap,
The homely old maid stands,
And stands and stands and stands and stands,
And stands and stands and stands.
--Luke McLuke.
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Har Du Got a Hod?
An Irishman died and went to heaven. St. Peter said, “I’m sorry, but we
just got a big consignment of Swedes from Minneapolis today and there is
no more room.” “Can I get in if I make room?” asked the late arrival.
“Certainly,” said St. Peter. The Irishman shouted through the gate, “Hey,
you fellows, there’s free snuff in hell.” And he made room, all right.
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Society Note: Mr. Potter of Pottersfield felt cold and stiff this
morning.
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