Dear Mr. Wynn: My husband's
birthday is September 5. He is a
lovely man and really deserves a very
nice present from me, but I don’t
know what to get him. He doesn't
gamble, he won’t smoke, he doesn't
drink, nor does he go out nights.
What could I get for a man like that?
Truly yours,
I. M. BOSS.
Answer—Why, that shouldn’t be
hard to decide. Get him some fancy
work.
Dear Mr. Wynn: I took my first
trip to Chlnatgwn and the Bowery
last Sunday. The funniest thing I
think I ever saw' was a sign in front
of a Chinatown hotqf which read:
“Rooms 50c and 55c.” Now! What
could possibly be the difference be
tween a 50c room and a 55c room?
Truly yours.
I. TOOKABUS.
Answer —They put rtiouse traps in
the 55c rooms.
Dear Mr. Wynn: I have always had
a great desire to be an actor on the
stage. Last night I appeared at a
theater and spoke a dramatic poem.
Air-and-Graes Man to start for the
pampas of Patagonia to hunt the
hoopoo. The Airand-Grass Man is
about to say good-by. Then . ..
“ ‘Kate,’ I said, as I held the noble
girl’s gloved hand in mine a moment.
She looked me in the face with the
full, frank, fearless gaze of a sister. ,
“ ’Yes?’ she answered.
“ 'Kate.’ I repeated, 'do you know
what I was thinking of when I held
the line while you were half way
down the cliff?’
“ ‘No.’ she murmured while a flush
suWused her cheek.
“'I was thinking, Kate.’ I said
‘that If the rope broke I should be
very sorry.’
“ ‘Edward!’ she exclaimed.
"I clasped her in my arms.
