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A young, newly married couple boarded a through train, bound for Little Rock to spend the honeymoon. The young man at once began looking for the Pullman conductor, it being a night train. Finally he found that official and began: “Say, Mister, me an’ my wife here just got married an’ we want the best ’commodations you’ve got on this train.”
“You are looking for a berth, I presume?” queried the conductor.
“Thunderation! No!” shouted the irate groom. “Didn’t I tell you that me an’ my wife just got married?”
* * *
A London man who went to Dublin to join the Royal Irish Constabulary was arrested as insane. In view of the present condition of Ireland the evidence against him seems conclusive.
Pasture Pot Pourri
Yoo-Hoo! Skinny! C’mon over, ’n bring your own bottle.
* * *
There was an old man from Trenton,Who gnashed his false teeth till he Bentem;When asked what he’d lost, and what they had cost,He replied: “I don’t know, I just Rentem.”
There was an old man from Trenton,Who gnashed his false teeth till he Bentem;When asked what he’d lost, and what they had cost,He replied: “I don’t know, I just Rentem.”
There was an old man from Trenton,Who gnashed his false teeth till he Bentem;When asked what he’d lost, and what they had cost,He replied: “I don’t know, I just Rentem.”
There was an old man from Trenton,
Who gnashed his false teeth till he Bentem;
When asked what he’d lost, and what they had cost,
He replied: “I don’t know, I just Rentem.”
* * *
OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND LET THE MOONSHINE IN.
* * *
Never miss anything that’s been saved.
* * *
It’s better to be brought up on a bottle than to be brought down by one.
* * *
A small boy’s idea of greatness is to be able to lick another boy a size larger.
* * *
Lip to lipNose to nose,Flippety flop,Away she goes.
Lip to lipNose to nose,Flippety flop,Away she goes.
Lip to lipNose to nose,Flippety flop,Away she goes.
Lip to lip
Nose to nose,
Flippety flop,
Away she goes.
* * *
When your good home brew is old and cold,Call me up and revive my soul.
When your good home brew is old and cold,Call me up and revive my soul.
When your good home brew is old and cold,Call me up and revive my soul.
When your good home brew is old and cold,
Call me up and revive my soul.
* * *
Oh, chase me, kid, I’m a lollypop!Aw, g’wan, d’yuh think I’m an all-day sucker.
Oh, chase me, kid, I’m a lollypop!Aw, g’wan, d’yuh think I’m an all-day sucker.
Oh, chase me, kid, I’m a lollypop!Aw, g’wan, d’yuh think I’m an all-day sucker.
Oh, chase me, kid, I’m a lollypop!
Aw, g’wan, d’yuh think I’m an all-day sucker.
* * *
I would if I could, but I can’t;I wish I could, but I can’t;’Twill do me no good to thinkWhat I’d do if I could;I might, but I probably shan’t.
I would if I could, but I can’t;I wish I could, but I can’t;’Twill do me no good to thinkWhat I’d do if I could;I might, but I probably shan’t.
I would if I could, but I can’t;I wish I could, but I can’t;’Twill do me no good to thinkWhat I’d do if I could;I might, but I probably shan’t.
I would if I could, but I can’t;
I wish I could, but I can’t;
’Twill do me no good to think
What I’d do if I could;
I might, but I probably shan’t.
* * *
Irate Father: Dorothy, has that young man gone yet?No, but I’ve got him going.
Irate Father: Dorothy, has that young man gone yet?
No, but I’ve got him going.
* * *
Getting married:Meet me at eleven and by twelve we’ll be one.Getting divorced:Meet me at twelve and by one we’ll be two.
Getting married:Meet me at eleven and by twelve we’ll be one.Getting divorced:Meet me at twelve and by one we’ll be two.
Getting married:Meet me at eleven and by twelve we’ll be one.Getting divorced:Meet me at twelve and by one we’ll be two.
Getting married:
Meet me at eleven and by twelve we’ll be one.
Getting divorced:
Meet me at twelve and by one we’ll be two.
* * *
A raisin in wine saves time.
* * *
The Larger the Spoon the Louder the Noise.
* * *
Gus, our hired man, says he was engaged to a girl who had a wooden leg, but he broke it off.
* * *
“Babes in the Wood,” by James A. Stillman.
Classified Ads
(From Minneapolis Journal.)
“For Sale—1920 Mormon chummy.”
* * *
(From the Warren, Ohio, Tribune.)
Wanted—Gentleman I spent Sunday evening with to write me at my address in the office where I am employed. I couldn’t act different from what I did.—Dot.
* * *
(From Chicago Tribune)
To Rent—Studio apartment with private bath; married couple preferred. 58 E. Elm Street.
* * *
(From Dallas Dispatch)
Lost—Monday, in Oak Cliff, one Spencer corset, slightly used. Suitable reward.
* * *
(From Tampa Times)
Wanted—Gas engine man on twin party boat. Little pay, lots of fun, no work. Phone 71-042.
* * *
“Give me a plain soda without any flavor.”
“What kind of flavor would you like it without?”
“Oh! I’d like it without vanilla flavor.”
“Sorry, sir! I’m out of vanilla. You will have to have it without chocolate, sir.”
* * *
Two little girls were playing on the street and a well-dressed lady passed them with swish and a whirl. By the noise it was evident that she wore a silk petticoat. “What makes that noise?” whispered one little girl, with a wondering look. “Sh!” said the other child, in a low voice, “don’t you know she’s got money? Rich folks always rattle and smell good.”
* * *
When skirts and waist lines meet as one,’Twill be as when the world begun,And in fig leaves again we’ll roam,And wonder still why the men leave home.
When skirts and waist lines meet as one,’Twill be as when the world begun,And in fig leaves again we’ll roam,And wonder still why the men leave home.
When skirts and waist lines meet as one,’Twill be as when the world begun,And in fig leaves again we’ll roam,And wonder still why the men leave home.
When skirts and waist lines meet as one,
’Twill be as when the world begun,
And in fig leaves again we’ll roam,
And wonder still why the men leave home.
* * *
“I can’t understand how men can put those nasty pipes and cigarettes to their lips,” she mourned, and then bent to kiss the little bundle of life in her lap. And the poodle dog, sympathizing, snuggled closer against its mistress’ swan-like neck and wagged its little tail.
Our Rural Mail Box
Smokehouse Friends—Ye editor has received many calls for the following poems, and would appreciate receipt of correct copies of them: “Johnnie and Frankie,” “Arkansaw” and the prose of the Irishman lecturing with lantern slides the story of Cleopatra.
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Anna Dine—Snow again, Anna, I don’t get your drift.
* * *
Mickey Finn—There is nothing to the rumor that the girls will wear blacksmiths’ aprons for bathing suits this summer.
* * *
Howe Hevah—“The Skin Game” is not the name of a play. It is a profession indulged in by beauty doctors.
* * *
Mac—If the brass finger bowls are not large enough, would suggest that bushel baskets be used.
* * *
Shimmy Dancer—If you do, we’ll take off our jumper and overhalls.
* * *
Kitty Korn—I can’t place you, but I knew your father, Pop Korn.
* * *
An old railroad man was converted, as the story goes, and was asked to lead in prayer. Here is the way he worked it: “Oh, Lord, now that I have flagged Thee, lift my feet off the rough road of life and plant them safely on the deck of the train of salvation. Let me use the safety lamp known as prudence; make all couplings in the train with the strong link of Thy love. And, Heavenly Father, keep all switches closed that lead off to sidings, especially those with a blind end. Oh, Lord, if it be Thy pleasure, have every semaphore block along the line show the white line of hope, that I may make the run of life without stopping. And, Lord, give us the Ten Commandments as a schedule time, and when my train shall have pulled into the great, dark station of Death, may Thou, the Superintendent of the Universe, say with a smile: ‘Well done, thou good and faithful servant; come up and sign the payroll and receive your check for eternal happiness.’”
* * *
A young chicken, undressed; a little pep; lettuce.
* * *
Once again the husband came staggering home late.
“Oh, John, have you been drinking again?” sobbed his wife as she caught a whiff of beer.
“No, dearie; you wronged me; I’ve been eatin’ frogsh’ legsh, and you smell the hops.”
It Pays to Advertise
BY OXNARD PETE
It isn’t necessary to read magazine stories any more. The editor tells you all about them in “eye catchers” at the beginning. They read like this:
“Mary’s Garter,” by R. Ubberneck. A snappy and re-elastic love story that stretches the imagination to the breaking point. No “honi soit” stuff here.
“100 to 1,” by N. O. Chance. A race track story. Like a gambler’s watch chain, it has a “charm” that holds the eye.
“Frozen Tears,” by P. North Poole. Returning, after years spent in the far north, John Snow’s wife gives him a cold welcome. He finds that Eskimo maidens may have cold feet, but warm hearts. A tale of polar bears, whale blubber, seal blubber and plain blubber.
Don’t fail to read “Way Down Yeast,” by Holmes Brewer, in our next issue. Mr. Brewer’s stories are as funny as a barrel of monkey wrenches; his wit as spontaneous as a fire sale in Goldstein’s clothing store. And as unique as a drink of real whiskey.
“Down in the Deep,” by Professor U. Drinkwater. A scientific article on the peculiarities of the Zoanathariaactina, mesembryanthemum, tealia crassicornis and other anemones. Too deep for any one but a highbrow to wade through.
“Lucy’s Looseness,” by E. Strong Onion. A story with a smile, some tears, and seeming to breathe throughout, the fragrance of old Bermuda.
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By Warford Frederick.
A sweetConceitIs its own excuse,I think, don’t you?I hope you do.Two neat,Small feetAnd a shoestring loose.I bend, don’t you,Before that shoe?One glance at the shoe and two at the silk,And an ankle showing as white as milk;And I tie a knot that will slip again!For that is ever the way with men.
A sweetConceitIs its own excuse,I think, don’t you?I hope you do.Two neat,Small feetAnd a shoestring loose.I bend, don’t you,Before that shoe?One glance at the shoe and two at the silk,And an ankle showing as white as milk;And I tie a knot that will slip again!For that is ever the way with men.
A sweetConceitIs its own excuse,I think, don’t you?I hope you do.Two neat,Small feetAnd a shoestring loose.I bend, don’t you,Before that shoe?One glance at the shoe and two at the silk,And an ankle showing as white as milk;And I tie a knot that will slip again!For that is ever the way with men.
A sweet
Conceit
Is its own excuse,
I think, don’t you?
I hope you do.
Two neat,
Small feet
And a shoestring loose.
I bend, don’t you,
Before that shoe?
One glance at the shoe and two at the silk,
And an ankle showing as white as milk;
And I tie a knot that will slip again!
For that is ever the way with men.
* * *
It is a rare man, girls, who shakes the furnace as he shakes his shoulders.
* * *
Verily much Mazuma goeth over the bar the cash register knoweth not of.
* * *
There are lots of men who treat tomorrow and treat yesterday, but never treat today.
Jest Jokes and Jingles
Long though a man recalls the achievements of his life, yet it is quite often the little things he failed to achieve that linger longest in his memory; even after he has forgotten her name and whether her eyes were brown or blue.
* * *
Rocks in the mountains,Fish in the sea,A garbage man’s daughterMade a dump out of me.
Rocks in the mountains,Fish in the sea,A garbage man’s daughterMade a dump out of me.
Rocks in the mountains,Fish in the sea,A garbage man’s daughterMade a dump out of me.
Rocks in the mountains,
Fish in the sea,
A garbage man’s daughter
Made a dump out of me.
* * *
Those dry martinis were too much for me.Last night at twelve I felt immense,Today, I feel like thirty cents.But it is a poor time for mirth and laughter,The cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
Those dry martinis were too much for me.Last night at twelve I felt immense,Today, I feel like thirty cents.But it is a poor time for mirth and laughter,The cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
Those dry martinis were too much for me.Last night at twelve I felt immense,Today, I feel like thirty cents.But it is a poor time for mirth and laughter,The cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
Those dry martinis were too much for me.
Last night at twelve I felt immense,
Today, I feel like thirty cents.
But it is a poor time for mirth and laughter,
The cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
* * *
I went to a dance with a girl named Nora,We danced and we danced on the floor-a,I heard a rip, and I knew by chanceThat Nora had lost her desire to dance.
I went to a dance with a girl named Nora,We danced and we danced on the floor-a,I heard a rip, and I knew by chanceThat Nora had lost her desire to dance.
I went to a dance with a girl named Nora,We danced and we danced on the floor-a,I heard a rip, and I knew by chanceThat Nora had lost her desire to dance.
I went to a dance with a girl named Nora,
We danced and we danced on the floor-a,
I heard a rip, and I knew by chance
That Nora had lost her desire to dance.
* * *
Oh, please, give me a woman who can make real beer.
* * *
It’s all right to shoot the bull provided you don’t give a bum steer.
* * *
They sat in the park, out there in the dark,And the chaperone thought it quite shocking;She found ’em all right, for she saw in the night,The radium clock on each stocking.
They sat in the park, out there in the dark,And the chaperone thought it quite shocking;She found ’em all right, for she saw in the night,The radium clock on each stocking.
They sat in the park, out there in the dark,And the chaperone thought it quite shocking;She found ’em all right, for she saw in the night,The radium clock on each stocking.
They sat in the park, out there in the dark,
And the chaperone thought it quite shocking;
She found ’em all right, for she saw in the night,
The radium clock on each stocking.
* * *
(From Fayetteville Press.)
Shore is tough these days, to try to tell a girl a good joke and have her say: “Never mind, I read Whiz Bang myself.”
* * *
It wasn’t the drink that killed poor John,Nor a sight that took his breath,But he read a Whiz Bang, so ’tis said,And laughed himself to death.
It wasn’t the drink that killed poor John,Nor a sight that took his breath,But he read a Whiz Bang, so ’tis said,And laughed himself to death.
It wasn’t the drink that killed poor John,Nor a sight that took his breath,But he read a Whiz Bang, so ’tis said,And laughed himself to death.
It wasn’t the drink that killed poor John,
Nor a sight that took his breath,
But he read a Whiz Bang, so ’tis said,
And laughed himself to death.
* * *
Wanted—Boy for bakery. Must come well bred, an early riser, born in the yeast, a good mixer and will get his dough every Saturday night.
* * *
When Phyllis lets me tie her shoeMy glad heart sings. Indeed,I do declare, I wouldn’t careWere she a centipede.
When Phyllis lets me tie her shoeMy glad heart sings. Indeed,I do declare, I wouldn’t careWere she a centipede.
When Phyllis lets me tie her shoeMy glad heart sings. Indeed,I do declare, I wouldn’t careWere she a centipede.
When Phyllis lets me tie her shoe
My glad heart sings. Indeed,
I do declare, I wouldn’t care
Were she a centipede.
* * *
A Camp Dix, N. J., “shave-tail” was giving his men a talk on personal hygiene. Finishing his verbal exploitation, he said: “ ... and men, profit by my example; when I finish drilling in the afternoon, the first thing I do is to take a bath and shave; then, when I retire I feel rosy and cheerful.” Whereupon one of his disciples emerged from the ranks with his hand raised to a salute, saying: “Beg pardon, lieutenant, but we ain’t got any Rosy.”
* * *
There was a young person named WillyWhose actions were what you’d call silly;He went to a ball,Dressed in nothing at all,Pretending to represent Chili.
There was a young person named WillyWhose actions were what you’d call silly;He went to a ball,Dressed in nothing at all,Pretending to represent Chili.
There was a young person named WillyWhose actions were what you’d call silly;He went to a ball,Dressed in nothing at all,Pretending to represent Chili.
There was a young person named Willy
Whose actions were what you’d call silly;
He went to a ball,
Dressed in nothing at all,
Pretending to represent Chili.
* * *
No brew venture, no brew have.
Empty flask never won fair lady.
A case in the cellar is worth two in the brewery.
Much falls between the hip and the lip.
He that reckons without his cellar must reckon again.
A fool’s flask is soon empty.
As you brew so shall you be respected.
One good sip deserves another.
If you drink before you try, you may repent before you die.
* * *
The Alarm Clock Type—Shrill voice, large hands and a plain face.
The Wrist Watch Type—Small framed, handsomely embellished; very erratic.
The Mantel-piece Type—Pretty features, with nothing reliable behind them.
The Big Ben Type—Hardest to face in the morning.
The Wall Type—Very fancy, having a good swing, and goes “Cuckoo” without attention.
The Eight-day Type—Steady and reliable, but, once started, stops for nothing less than an axe.
The Ingersoll Type—Goes through fire, flood, famine and earthquake without changing in constancy, yet, once lost, its owner doesn’t think it worth the price of an advertisement.
* * *
The big girls who have little brothers,Who always run and tell their mothersWhate’er they hear and see, know wellIn life ’tis little things that tell.
The big girls who have little brothers,Who always run and tell their mothersWhate’er they hear and see, know wellIn life ’tis little things that tell.
The big girls who have little brothers,Who always run and tell their mothersWhate’er they hear and see, know wellIn life ’tis little things that tell.
The big girls who have little brothers,
Who always run and tell their mothers
Whate’er they hear and see, know well
In life ’tis little things that tell.
* * *
A pretty girl jumps to the conclusion that every man she meets wants to kiss her. And the wonder of it all is that she is right.
* * *
Hattie—Do you think he loves her?
Mattie—My dear, I know it. I saw them come out of the study after the last dance, and her hair was a sight!—Williams Purple Cow.
* * *
By Jane Gaites.
Tommy was a butcher,He had a cutting way.Johnny was a burglar,For he stole my heart away.Jimmie was a cowboy,He roped me in for fair.Dick was an aviator,So I bade him take the air.Teddy was a sailor,He bought my ring on sale.Jerry was a beer fiend,It makes me turn quite pale.A tennis champ was Nicky,But his racket made me sick.Then came red-haired Georgie,And he surely was a brick.Jackie was a card sharp,He often held my hand.But give me Bill,He’s just a bear—Oh, boy, he hugs so grand!
Tommy was a butcher,He had a cutting way.Johnny was a burglar,For he stole my heart away.Jimmie was a cowboy,He roped me in for fair.Dick was an aviator,So I bade him take the air.Teddy was a sailor,He bought my ring on sale.Jerry was a beer fiend,It makes me turn quite pale.A tennis champ was Nicky,But his racket made me sick.Then came red-haired Georgie,And he surely was a brick.Jackie was a card sharp,He often held my hand.But give me Bill,He’s just a bear—Oh, boy, he hugs so grand!
Tommy was a butcher,He had a cutting way.Johnny was a burglar,For he stole my heart away.Jimmie was a cowboy,He roped me in for fair.Dick was an aviator,So I bade him take the air.Teddy was a sailor,He bought my ring on sale.Jerry was a beer fiend,It makes me turn quite pale.A tennis champ was Nicky,But his racket made me sick.Then came red-haired Georgie,And he surely was a brick.Jackie was a card sharp,He often held my hand.But give me Bill,He’s just a bear—Oh, boy, he hugs so grand!
Tommy was a butcher,
He had a cutting way.
Johnny was a burglar,
For he stole my heart away.
Jimmie was a cowboy,
He roped me in for fair.
Dick was an aviator,
So I bade him take the air.
Teddy was a sailor,
He bought my ring on sale.
Jerry was a beer fiend,
It makes me turn quite pale.
A tennis champ was Nicky,
But his racket made me sick.
Then came red-haired Georgie,
And he surely was a brick.
Jackie was a card sharp,
He often held my hand.
But give me Bill,
He’s just a bear—
Oh, boy, he hugs so grand!
* * *
Eat less, breathe more.Talk less, think more.Ride less, walk more.Worry less, work more.Clothe less, bathe more.Waste less, give more.Preach less, practice more.
Eat less, breathe more.Talk less, think more.Ride less, walk more.Worry less, work more.Clothe less, bathe more.Waste less, give more.Preach less, practice more.
Eat less, breathe more.Talk less, think more.Ride less, walk more.Worry less, work more.Clothe less, bathe more.Waste less, give more.Preach less, practice more.
Eat less, breathe more.
Talk less, think more.
Ride less, walk more.
Worry less, work more.
Clothe less, bathe more.
Waste less, give more.
Preach less, practice more.
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“WORLD FAMOUS ART PICTURES”in book album, size 8 × 11, handsomely cloth bound, containing 350 photographic reproductions of masterpieces by the world’s greatest artists. The various pictures of the nude, semi-nude, single figures, and groups comprise the largest collection of nude female, male and child subjects ever published in a single volume, and the most complete work of its kind in existence. Printed on heavy enamel paper, in double toned gravures. Weight five pounds. Price$7.50per copy. Shipped by express only.
“STUDIES OF THE HUMAN FIGURE.”A beautiful imported book, size 6 × 9, containing 78 full page plates, comprising 108 photographic studies from life of the female, male and child subjects, in the nude, with Anatomical Diagrams and Artists’ Studies in all mediums. In artistic ornamental binding. Price$10.00per copy. Shipped by express.
“ALO STUDIES.”The first edition of Alo Nude Studies published in book form, size 5 × 8, just off the press. Printed in an edition de luxe, with thirty-two full page illustrations and forepiece in elaborate color plates. In these compositions the purity and charm of the nude has been blended amid the luxuriant settings of nature, imparting a divine expression of beauty. A collection of beautiful nudes in book form. Price$2.00per copy.
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Catalogue “A,” 1921 edition, now ready. Contains illustrations of 409 Nude and Semi-Nude, 304 Bathing Girl, 192 Movie Star and 49 Statuary Photographs. More than 1,000 illustrations in all. Shipped by PREPAID EXPRESS. Price$1.00per copy.
SPECIAL ASSORTMENT
In order that you may become acquainted with our line of beautiful nudes, we will forward, upon receipt ofTen Dollars, a special assortment of twelve genuine photographs, comprising four each of the following sizes: 7½ × 9½, 8 × 10 and 11 × 14. If the selection does not prove entirely satisfactory upon receipt, you may return the same to us intact, and we will immediately refund your money.
Art Nudes are shipped by sealed express. Remit by money order or bank draft. All orders shipped promptly.
THE AMERICAN ART COMPANYWholesale and RetailJANESVILLE, WISCONSIN, U. S. A.
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Everywhere!Whiz Bangis on sale at all leading hotels, news stands, 25 cents single copies; on trains 30 cents, or may be ordered direct from the publisher at 25 cents single copies; two-fifty a year.A bull
Everywhere!
Whiz Bangis on sale at all leading hotels, news stands, 25 cents single copies; on trains 30 cents, or may be ordered direct from the publisher at 25 cents single copies; two-fifty a year.
A bull