Now my rest hour is over, and I must go in where they are doing terrible things to these poor men.

For a week I have been on my feet eighteen hours out of each twenty-four.

I have just time for another tiny cigarette before going into that awful smell.' "Mercy!" cried the amazed mother.
"There you are!" retorted the judge.

"Let her go into the Army and she takes up smoking.

War leads to dissipation--ask any one." "I must send her some," declared Mrs.Penniman; "or I wonder if she rolls her own ?" "Yes, and pretty soon we'll have the whole house stenched up worse'n what Dave Cowan's pipe does it," grumbled the judge.