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=_Dear Skipper_=—Can you dig me up a girl if I come to Robbinsdale to
visit you?—=_Geehell._=
Sure, but what’s the matter with me getting you a live one?
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=_Dear Skipper_=—What is funnier than a one-arm man trying to wind his
wrist watch?—=_Horace._=
A glass eye at a keyhole.
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=_Dear Skip_=—How is hash made?—=_Hi Water Shuz._=
It isn’t made. It accumulates.
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=_Dear Breezy Bill_=—What’s your idea of the height of optimism?—=_Peter
Outt._=
Changing your socks from one foot to the other so that the toes will not
fit the holes.
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=_Dear Captain Billy_=—Do you think that if I hired a pretty stenographer
I would take more interest in my business?—=_J. G. P._=
I don’t know whether you would take more interest in your business, but I
know your wife will.
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=_Dear Skipper_=—Who was the first original profiteer?—=_C. Serpent._=
The whale that swallowed Jonah; he grabbed all the Prophet in sight.
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In case your Ford misses, look in the exhaust pipe.
_Pasture Pot Pourri_
Come, Kiss the Heroine!
Dear Editor: While coming over to America on a steamer, the mate rushed
up to me and threatened to blow up the ship if I didn’t give him a kiss.
What did I do?