He—Honey, aren't my kisses like something electric She—Yes, an electric refrigerator.
Story of a Great Man Procress of a great man: (1) Quits shining his own shoes. (2) Quits writing his own letters. (3) Quits writing his own speeches.—Atlanta Two Bells.
Catty HE—As far as her devotion to me goes, my girl is tried and true.
She—I'll say. Being true to you must be 8
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asked, Ha, I hear you're in the flower of your Te boss by og the shipping clerk and youth. The clerk grinned and said, Sure I'm a poppy. Have a cigar!
Coward DARN that boy from Yale. He promised to stop kissing me last night.
Well, why be so mad at him?
He kept his word.
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