_Her has gone, her has went,_
_Her has left I all alone,_
_Can her never come to me,_
_Must me always go to she?_
_It can never was._
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Some Parties, Ahoy!
“I suppose your wife was tickled to death at your raise in salary?”
“She will be.”
“Haven’t you told her yet?”
“No, I thought I would enjoy myself for a couple of weeks first.”
* * * * *
Isaac Goldstein came home one evening, unexpectedly, and found a man
sitting on his wife’s lap.
Next day he told his business partner about it. His partner asked Mr.
Goldstein what he had said to the man.
Goldstein replied, “I didn’t even speak to him. He was a stranger.”
_Pasture Pot Pourri_
_Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,_
_If you don’t like my figure,_
_Keep your hands off my shoulders._
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