Ikey and Pat were wounded in an engagement in the Argonne. A priest
making the rounds found them. After giving the Irishman the last rites he
then went over to Ikey and asked, “Do you believe in the Father, Son and
Holy Ghost?”
Ikey groaned and rolled over.
“Oi, Oi! Here I am dying and you ask me riddles.”
_Our Rural Mail Box_
=_C. U. Later_=—Sunday is the strongest day. All of the rest are weak
days.
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=_Sin O. Nimm_=—Sorry, I can’t place you, but your breath smells familiar.
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=_Unicorn_=—No, Uni, wrinkles do not denote the age of a prune.
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=_I. C. S. Student_=—You ask me what is the most advisable course in the
mining study to take up. Would suggest that you take up Kalso Mining.
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=_Reggie_=—Yes, Reginald, ’tis true, only too true, that if the man in
the moon had a baby he’d have the sky rocket.
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=_Doc. Brady_=—As an instant relief for sore feet would suggest that you
walk on your hands.
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=_Run-Down Ikey_=—A sure way to acquire more initiative and pep is to
wave a red shirt in front of Pedro.
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Wealth is not his that has it, but his that enjoys it.
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