black before him.

The barber groaned in agony.

It was thrilling.

When last seen the Indian was drinking a bottle of dry shampoo and
foaming at the mouth, while he blessed the White Father at Washington
for inventing the barber shop.

That afternoon Sniffles, the barber, and Mike, his under secretary,
walked back to Washington and handed in their resignation to the
Interior Department.




[Illustration: "J--The Tip End of the season."]

Jolly not that you be not jollied.

Justice is blind for the reason that some lawyers would give her a pain
if she could see them.

Journeys end in porter tippings.

Just as you value yourself justly just that much are you valuable.

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