Come all you reformers, if you want to raise ’ell.
Here comes a woman from the Breakers Hotel,
With dropped-stitched stockings,
And high-heeled shoes,
A pack of cigarettes
And a bottle of booze.
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Always smile—It gets you something.
_Our Rural Mail Box_
=Teny Sun=—The best way to prevent your dog from suffering with the heat
in July is to kill him in June.
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=Monk E. Byte=—I’m sure I can’t answer your question as to why a girl’s
eyelids drop down whenever she kisses a man. But where there’s no sense,
there’s no feeling, y’ know.
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=Manicurist=—I don’t blame you for refusing to manicure the nails of the
fellow with St. Vitus’ dance.
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=Out West=—If you are lonesome for Cape Cod, why not rub fresh herring on
yourself and dream you are back home?
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=L. Bow=—If your trousers are too short, pull up your shoes.
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=Hop Head=—Flop your ears, there’s a fly on your neck.
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=Pope=—Yes, Pope, we succeeded in making our own moon shine.
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