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JIM FUNNYMAN, MY JO.

SAME OLD JOKER. Jim Funnyman, my Jo, Jim, Jim Funnyman, my Jo, • When you began to crack your, jokesr Your humor was not slow ; And you are joking yet, Jim, Although your hair of snow Seems- just about to melt, Jim, Above your nasalfglow. — [The Hatchet. SAME OLD JOKE. Jim Funnyman, my Jo, Jim, Jim Funnyman, my Jo, Your wit is growing very thin, Your humor is no go ; And that is why your joking, Jim, Unlike your nasal glow, Gets duller at the end, Jim, Than forty years ago.

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Tuapeka Times, Volume XX, Issue 1375, 6 August 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

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JIM FUNNYMAN, MY JO. Tuapeka Times, Volume XX, Issue 1375, 6 August 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

JIM FUNNYMAN, MY JO. Tuapeka Times, Volume XX, Issue 1375, 6 August 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)