A jug o’ pumpernickel, a hunk o’ buttermilk and a case of near-beer, a
pinch o’ limburger and a bouquet of green onions, a ukelele, an electric
fan and a fly swatter, a porch hammock, the Whiz Bang, a package of
cigarettes, a few jazz records and a chicken and you couldn’t wish
Harding’s job on me!
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As the old Hebrew walked across the golf links, a ball bounced off his
head with considerable force. He turned angrily upon the golfer. “Say,”
he yelled, “You want to kill me?” “I sue you for fife tousand dollars.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said ‘Fore.’”
“All right,” Ikey replied, “I’ll take it.”
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She hangs out in our alley, but oh! what she hangs out.
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