Our good friend Gemmell, of the Minnesota and International Railroad,
wasn’t the railroad president who thought a gondola was a bird. In
fact, the blame is laid to Mr. Casey for suggesting that his company
purchase one male and one female gondola, so as to stock the city park of
Brainerd, Minn., with a flock or herd or covey of little gondolas.
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Our friend Liebst reports that since his poem, the Hoboes Convention,
appeared in the Whiz Bang, he has received several letters from railroad
managers requesting permission to name a few box cars after him. Oh,
Fame, where is thy sting?
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Ham Tomlin says he thinks he is growing old. He used to be able to kiss
his wife 20 times a day but now it take him all day to get up nerve
enough to kiss her once.
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Don’t get jealous, boys, but I’ve just finished drinking some stuff that
was strong enough to make a rabbit slap a bulldog in the face.
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It’s a lean Jane that has no curves.