“Both of dese here gents,” said the witness, Mandy Thomas, rather
impressed with the importance of being in court, “was standing at the
corner conversin’ with each other pretty hot an’ pointed like.”
“Relate the conversation,” said the prosecutor.
“Ah don’t jest remember, sah,” said Mandy, “’cept dat dey was callin’
each other what dey is.”
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Women used to carry money in their stocking, but it’s not safe to put
money in public places now.
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A rash marriage is only skin deep.
_Smokehouse Poetry_
_Whiz Bang has a double-winner for Smokehouse fans next issue! “The Lure
of the Tropics” and “The Far East.”_
_“O’er chicle camps and logwood swamps_
_I hunted him many a moon,_
_Then found my man in a long pit pan_
_At the edge of a blue lagoon._
_“The chase was o’er at the farther shore;_
_It ended a two-year quest,_
_And I left him there with an empty stare_
_And a knife stuck in his chest.”_
_That’s the swing of the most noted poem of the tropics, “The Far East,”
an excerpt from which follows, is familiar to Philippine war veterans_:
_“By the mud hole down in Subic_
_Looking lazy at the bay,_
_There’s a goo-goo dame awaiting,_
_And I think I hear her say:_
_‘Come you back you malo soldier_
_Come you back from o’er the sea,_
_Come you back and pay your jaw-bone,_
_Por-a-que! You jaw-bone me?’”_
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