pect after suspect was hauled in by the police nets. But none of them were Haney. From the Southern Cross to the Pole Star the hunt went on. Trappers in the Arctic were closely scrutinised by the Mounted Police. If a man looked like Bill Haney he was certain to be called on sooner or later by a Mountie. FuGitIvE STILL AT LIBERTY But for all of that, Bill Haney is at large today. Somewhere in this world is an old man with the blood of many on his hands. If he is still alive, and there has been no news to the contrary, he can be regarded as the last of the old time train robbers who stopped the Transcontinental Limited and looted it at the point of a Colt. When he dies there will be no more hard riding, straight shooting outlaws who lived life in the raw and asked nothing more than a good horse, a good gun and a train to loot. Terrace Hotel E. 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He’s a District Inspector and he’s a fair little Hitler.” “Do you know who I am?” asked his partner. “I’m that D.I.’s daughter.” “And do you know who I am?” queried the constable. “No,” was the reply. “Thank goodness,” breathed the young man, and silently blessed the band for stop- ping playing. mS PIRSTeRERORI A youngster who had just joined the staff of a newspaper and had been warned by the editor of the awful consequences of making ill-founded statements, was sent to report a church bazaar. “The bazaar,” he wrote, “was opened (so it is said) by Mrs. Brown, alleged to be the wife of Councillor Brown, commonly supposed to be a more or less highly-esteemed tradesman of this town. She was dressed in what some would describe as fashionable attire, and was sup- ported on the platform by the so-called vicar and other reputed ladies and gentle- men. TWO police officers were travelling to a distant city to return a prisoner and they had car trouble along a lonely country road, and it was necessary to stay at the first farmhouse all night. Instead of finding the farmer they dis- covered he had died a year previous, leaving a beautiful young widow, who welcomed them in and asked that they use the spare room upstairs. The next morning she prepared a fine breakfast and they went on their way. Five months later they were discussing that particular night and one asked the other: “Say, you didn’t by any chance sneak downstairs that night, did you?” “Yeah,” he replied, “I did.” “Well, you didn’t by any chance tell her you were me, did you?” “Yes, I did, I’m sorry.” “Well, don’t be. I just got a letter from her attorney today. She died last week and left me her farm.’—San Diego Police Flash THIS may help some of you fellows out: A business man was asked to say Grace. He said: “Our heavenly Father, we are in receipt of your kind favours of recent date, and beg to thank you. We hope to merit your continued courtesy.” IRATE Landlord (to couple taking a lover’s walk on his property): “Now then, can’t you read?” Amorous Youth: “Oh, yes, we can read well enough. Irate Landlord: “Then go to the end of this road and read the sign there.” Amorous Youth: “We have read it. It says ‘Private.’ And that’s why we've come down here.” A MAN doing life for a particularly atrocious murder was caught playing cards with a home-made pack. A few days later the same guard who had caught him came upon another lifer also indulging in a game of poker. Instead of “running” the second man, the guard simply tore up the cards, On hearing this, the first lifer gasped: “This is a hell of a country. A guy can get away with murder here.” HOW TO TELL NEW Detective — So many women wear slacks these days that, when two people are together, it is difficult to distinguish the Sexes. Old Detective—The talking is a man. one who is not TIME WOULDN’T MARCH ON “T have called for the rent on your room,” said the landlady to Mr. Hamlet Egg, the actor. “Rent, my dear madam, forsooth! Why have a care about such a trivial thing as rent?” remonstrated Mr. Hamlet Egg. “Do you not know, mistress landlady, that | have made your house famous? In the years to come people will point to it and say: “That’s where Hamlet Egg, the noted actor, used to live. Yes, good lady, in the years to come they will say that.” “They'll be saying that to-morrow if you don’t pay your rent to-day,” interrupted the landlady. WHY NO LAUGHTER AT a charity ball a man approached one of the stewards and said: “Sir, you are the only gentleman in the room.” Steward: “In what way?” The Man: “When I tripped and tore my partners dress, you were the only person who didn’t laugh.” Steward: “I had good reason not to. You see, your partner was my wife and I paid $50.00 for that dress only yesterday. EXPERTS DIFFER A man was hurt in an automobile smash, and after being confined to his home for several weeks he appeared on the street walking with the aid of crutches. “Hello, old fellow,” greeted an acquain- tance, rushing up to shake his hand. “I am lad to see you about again.” “Thanks,” responded the injured one. “I am glad to be about again.” I see you are hanging on to your crutches,” observed the acquaintance. “Can't you do without them?” “My doctor says I can,” answered the injured party, “but my lawyer says I can’t. SOMEWHERE ELSE THERE was timid knock at the door. If you please, kind lady,” the beggar began, “Tve lost my right leg.” a Payvielk it ain't here,” retorted the lady of the house, and slammed the door. tHE SHOULDER STRAP