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=_Dear Farmer Bill_=—Why is it you farmers always dress your scarecrows
in men’s clothing?—=_Sack Kitt._=
Well, if we dressed them in women’s clothes there’d be sure to be some
old birds hanging around.
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A friend of the Whiz Bang who served with the British forces during the
World War sends us the following, which he claims was a favorite song
among the “Limies.”
When this bloody war is over
Oh, how happy we will be;
No more hiking, no more drilling,
No retreat or reville.
No more shining up brass buttons,
No more asking for a “leave,”
For we’ll tell the sergeant-major
To shove his passes in his sleeve.
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_I know a young woman called Kitty._
_In the dance-hall she looks very pretty._
_But the next day at ten,_
_If you saw her then—_
_Oh, my gawd! What a pity!_
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