IN LIGHTER VEIN.
Tho Vicar: Why don't you comb your hair before coming to school?— The Boy: Haven't got no comb, sir.— Vicar: Why don't you use your father's comb? —Boy: Father hasn't got no comb, sir.—Vicar: Well, how does your father comb his hair, then —Boy: Father hasn't got no hair, sir.— "Sketch." Hostess (gushingly): They tell mc, doctor, you are a perfect lady-killer.— Doctor (modestly): I assure you, my dear madame, I make no distinction whatever between tho sexes.—"Tattler." Young Wife: That pudding I havo just made for you is a poem.—Hubby: And I suppose I'm to be the wastebasket. —"Pennsylvania Punch Bowl."
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Press, Volume XLIX, Issue 14854, 20 December 1913, Page 9
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105IN LIGHTER VEIN. Press, Volume XLIX, Issue 14854, 20 December 1913, Page 9
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