"You won't have to get a new pair of slacks now," she said.

"Bless my soul, no!" I exclaimed. "Then what ought I to do with this
cheque? Send it back?"

"Certainly not," cried Suzanne as she snatched it from my wavering hand.
"I've been wanting a new hat for some time."

* * * * *

[Illustration: ANOTHER COMBINE.

_Bystander._ "'OW YER GOIN', MATE?"

_Gutter Merchant._ "FINE! I'VE JUST AMALGAMATED WITH THE BUSINESS NEXT
DOOR."]

* * * * *

"FRENZIED FINANCE."

"The guardians want more money also. What the Treasury finan-local
taxations are _only the be_-lical taxations are _only the beginning_ of
the demand upon the citizen's pocket."--_Evening Paper._

* * * * *

"JUMPER CHAMPION.