As I walked along the paths this morning picking flowers, I found in the
yellow heart of a Lady Slipper, a little brown bee. My first impulse was
to shake him out of his honeyed abode, but as I looked at his velvety
body and the sunlit rainbow wings, a foolish tenderness surged over me.
Perhaps there were baby bees at home that would starve if papa bee did
not bring back honey; and how useful this little creature was, carrying
the pollen from flower to flower--so I moved on, leaving him unmolested.
But even as I turned away thinking these pure, sweet thoughts, the darn
thing stung me.
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When Adam in bliss
Asked Eve for a kiss,
She puckered her lips with a coo;
With looks quite ecstatic,
Gave answer emphatic:
“I don’t care A-dam if I do.”
--Flo.
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And she said I must Seattle as she rose Tacoma her hair, for if I wear my
nice New Jersey, what will Delaware?
* * * * *
When Greek meets Greek--they open a fruit store; but when Irish meet
English they open an uproar.
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Beats me how these girls keep their dresses up. Must be strength of mind
that does it.
_Our Rural Mail Box_
=Dear Bill=--Did you hear that they traded Manhattan for 24 cases of
whisky and that now they want to trade it back? Yours till the Statue of
Liberty shimmies up the Hudson, Flo.
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=Dear Captain Billy=--I live at 268 W. Rayen Ave., Youngstown, Ohio, and
the other evening I saw this question and answer in your July issue:
=Dear Bill=--What does my brother mean when he speaks of the
“depth bombs” and “submarine chasers” in army hospitals?--=Miss
Curiosity.=
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