It’s a long road that has no roadhouse.
_Our Rural Mail Box_
=_Bridget_=—Better put on your woolen socks, Bridget, or you will catch
cold in your lungs.
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=_Andy Gump_=—A continuous buzzing noise in your ears is not always a
sign of serious mental trouble, or any other illness. It is probably the
first indication that your wife needs a new hat.
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=_Sweet Marie_=—You are mistaken, Marie. The Scottish Highlanders are not
members of the Middlesex Regiment.
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=_Weeping Winnie_=—Cheer up, Winnie. You are overdosed on pessimism and,
in retrospection, I feel sure you have presented a very sad aspect to the
cynics of humanity.
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=_Queen Liz_=—Your singing lessons may keep the wolf away from the door,
’tis true, if the wolf hears you.
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=_“You can’t pick me up—I’m not of that metal,” said the piece of glass
to the bar magnet._=
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=_Naughty Nellie_=—Where does your lap go when you stand up?
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=_Willie Zatso_=—It is considered bad manners for children to stick their
elbows out when cutting their meat at dinner. You might make your father
cut his mouth.
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A knock-kneed man walked down the street. Said the right knee to the left
knee, “If you let me get around this time I’ll let you get around next
time.”
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