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=_Dear Capt. Billy_=—A story in a New York paper says a dancer has
insured her legs for $125,000. What’s the idea?—=_Lew D. Fiske._=
We don’t know definitely, Lew.
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=_Dear Skipper Bill_=—What war material did Chili export to the Allies
during the war?—=_Clara Voyant._=
Beans.
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=_Dear Bill_=—If you’re a good little astronomer I know you’ll tell me
what star was recently measured, and found to be of enormous size?—=_May
Triatit._=
Fatty Arbuckle, I guess.
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=_Dear Captain Willy_=—A waiter in the Waldorf Flaskoria spilled hot soup
down my neck, and when I remonstrated with him, the horrid old thing
only snapped his fingers at me. Have you any words to describe such
creature?—=_Ferdie Nann._=