Friday, Jan. 24, 1941
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
Page 7
Rloomin Parrot JI'as
Passing Its Lesson On
Fun for the Whole Family
BIG TOP
By ED WHEELAN
ALTA RACED ACROSS THt MENAaeRlE T?NT AFTtR'SILK RowLFR
AMD CRA’iHF D INTO TPE TiaFR'-S CAGE JU GT AS THE EQUESTRIAN
D irector
managed id scramble under the canvas
THE END OF THE TTHT COLLAPSED ON ALTA TUCT AS
"SILK" CRAWLED OUT -
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Bert had spent hours trying to
teach his parrot to say “Hello,
Uncle,” ready for the visit of his
wealthy relative.
Uncle came—the parrot was dumb.
Bert seized the bird by the
throat. “Say ‘Hello, Uncle,’ or
I’ll wring your bloomin’ neck,” he
roared.
And when silence continued he
twisted the bird’s neck and threw
it into the fowl pen.
Queer squawks drew him to the
fowl pen next morning. On the
ground were three dead hens. The
parrot had a fourth by the neck,
shaking him and shouting: “Say,
’Hello, Uncle,’ or I’ll wring your
bloomin’ neck.”
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LALA PALOOZA
HERE I AM
LAID UP IN
A NEW YORK
HOTEL ALL
ON ACCOUNT
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A Nervous Wreck
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By RUBE GOLDBERG
YOU MUST '
QUIET YOUR
NERVES,
MISTER
BOGGLE
THE MASTER OF
ME MAKE
CEREMONIES ON
SPEECHES
IN MY .
YOUR BOGGLE
DOUGHNUT AMATEUR CONDITION'
HOUR IS SICK -
YOU’LL HAVE TO
pills !
TAKE CHARGE
my »
YOURSELF
MY I
In Turmoil
In seasons of tumult and dis
cord bad men have most power;
mental and moral excellence re
quire peace and quietness.—Taci
tus.
pills !
S’MATTER POP—Cavalry Casualty! One Steed Beaned!
By C. M. PAYNE
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The Smoke of
Slower-Burning
Camels gives you—
MESCAL IKE
An Apple for Teacher
ByS-LHUNTixY
EXTRA MILDNESS
EXTRA COOLNESS
EXTRA FLAVOR
«ND-
POP—Successful Failure
By J. MILLAR WATT
NEVER THERE WHEN
I'M WANTED
WHEN
I'M
there -
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than the average of the 4
other largest-selling ciga
rettes tested—less than
any of them — according
to independent scientific
tests of the smoke itself.
The Second
Shoe
By
BUHAS
WILLIAMS
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