The beautiful mausoleum at Washelli cemetery affords a royal resting place for those that sleep in death. For directions to get there, phone Ballard 1850.

Oh, so warm! Ankle length satin bloomers, with the prettiest shirred cuff. It’s the quality of soft satin you like to feel against your cheek.

Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 2, No. 18, March, 1921 — Part 25

There will be a bean supper, at the First Unitarian Church, on Saturday night, followed by a musical programme.

Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 2, No. 18, March, 1921 — Part 25

If party who stole Cadillac car Saturday will return pictures and films taken from car he can keep car. Pictures are priceless and impossible to replace. Mail to Des Moines Photo Materials Co.

Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 2, No. 18, March, 1921 — Part 25

With private uptown or Carrollton, by young man. When at home I read or sleep, both quietly.

WANTED—Young woman to share apartment on beach.

Rev. Mr. Rewlands gave his address following the supper hour, and about 75 women of the congregation were present to hear him. His subject was: “The Kind of Service Men Can Render to the Church and to the World.”

The thieves took everything else he had in the room. Mr. Ferris borrowed a pair of pants from the housemaid while he went out to a store and secured a pair of shoes, socks, etc.

Sandy, the office manager, approached Annie, the stenographer, for another loan of $10. It was a weekly occurrence and always had been granted.

“Well, Miss Laurie, here I am again to borrow the usual ten spot,” he said. “Funny isn’t it? Here I am making three times as much money as you, and yet I have to borrow from you every week. You always have money on hand, and I feel ashamed to ask you for another loan.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Annie, “I haven’t as much money as you think, but I have borrowed from the boss and always manage to hoard a little bit.”

“The deuce you do!” exclaimed Sandy. “That’s what I have been doing with your ten spots.”

There was a young chicken named Rose Who wore the most wonderful hose They set the men staring But she wasn’t caring For that’s why she wore ’em, I s’pose.

“Martha, have you wiped the sink dry yet?” asked the farmer as he made ready for bed.

“Well, I did want a drink of water, but I guess I can wait until morning.”

We’ve heard lots of gossip from Hollywood, but it takes a Philadelphia “questions and answers” editor to win the rubber medal, in the following: