“I’ve got that down Pat,” said Mrs. Flanigan, as she gave her son a dose
of castor oil.
* * * * *
Bob—“You look sweet enough to eat.”
Gert—“I do! Where shall we go?”
* * * * *
_Frank Adams in a recent Cosmopolitan story describes the modern dance
thusly:_
_“If there wasn’t any music they would be arrested.”_
* * * * *
_My head is dizzy,_
_My eyes are getting sore,_
_That’s all for this issue,_
_There ain’t any more._