(From Our Navy)
“The rifle is the marine’s best friend,” he said. “He must never neglect
it. He must treat it as he treats his wife and wipe it over with an oily
rag twice a day.”
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Shall We Forgive Her?
A dainty little blonde miss of twenty-two stepped into a phone booth. She
drew forth from a small trunk (called a vanity case) a nickel. She placed
the nickel in the slot with the softest, white and well kept hands that
anyone has seen. She took up the receiver and with a soft sweet voice of
a great singer spoke the number to the operator. She waited and waited
and waited and waited, first on one foot and then on the other. She had
waited an awful long time. All of a sudden she banged the receiver down
and hissed between her lovely, pearly teeth, a well sounded “Damn it.”
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The fellow who asks a girl for a kiss doesn’t stand half a chance with
the live wire who kisses a girl first and then asks her how she likes it.
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