[Received by a clothing company.]
Dear Sirs: I received the suits you sent me but in blue not gray as I
said. Don't try to send me your refuss, I am sending them back. I ain't
color blind or a jack ass, you shouldn't treat me as that. I understand
your wife is making coats for ladies now. Have her make one (dark) for
my wife who is a stout 42 with a fer neck. Now send me what I asked for,
the old woman is perticular. The trousers you sent wouldn't slip over my
head. Ever faithful, etc.
* * *
For Academy Ghost, or Familiar Spirit, P. D. Q. nominates Miss Bessie
Spectre of Boston.
* * *
"The lake is partially frozen over and well filled with
skaters."--Janesville Gazette.
Three children sliding on the ice,
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
Ma Goose.
* * *
There is plenty of snap to the department of mathematics in the
Shortridge high school in Indianapolis. The head of the department is
Walter G. Gingery.
* * *
Wedded, in Chicago, Otho Neer and Lucille Dimond. Fashion your own
setting.
* * *
Oh, dear! Rollin Pease, the singer, is around again, reminding sundry
readers of the difficulty of keeping them on a knife.
* * *
"THOSE FLAPJACKS OF BROWN'S."
(_Postscriptum._)
I'll write no more verses--plague take 'em!--
Court neither your smiles nor your frowns,
If you'll only please tell how to make 'em,
Those flapjacks of Brown's.