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Cap—You remind me of the wild sea waves. Kip—Oh-h-h, because I am so rest- less and unconquered? “No. Because you're all wet and you make me sick.” —Co.umpia Jester Rd “Peters, I am going to promote you to office manager.” “Thank you, sir—this is quite un- expected have been watching your work and you seem to have the qualifications for a manager. You have been married only one year, and have already been out with five of our stenographers.” —Mass. Tech. Voo Doo eee Stage robbers of the West used to use guns and horses, but those of the East to-day use lipsticks and limou- sines! —Toronto Goblin SIs Boy (applying for position as office boy)—I hope, sir, that you will take the fact that all my grandparents are positively dead, to be in my favor. —Wabash Caveman Banal Editor—What shall I say about the two peroxide blondes who made such a fuss at the game? Reporter—Why, say the bleachers went wild. —Allegheny Alligator “Odd's boddikins, Goldilocks, these firemen are a frivolous sort. Diabolo, and how riddle “Why now, say not the papers that after the fire was out the firemen played all night on the ruins?” —Colorado Dodo sss Co-ed—John and I are engaged. Friend—No! You don’t mean it. “No, but he thinks I do.” —Iowa Green Gander Sue—That moon fills me with hunger for something. HE (hastily)—Let’s dance. -Penn Puncu Bowu “Wither away, O Galloping Gregory, with yon meat ax?” ‘g9-bread. I hasten to “Silence. cut my clas —Wasasn Caveman If I Were You | ae! were you and pretty, too, I'd send him scented billet-dour. Id like his looks and love his hair And cherish him; I'd hold him fair And think him best of those I knew. Td treat him as I’ve treated you; I'd meet him at the rendezvous And whisper, “Now I really care,” If I were you. I'd change his mood when he seemed blue And manage things—for just us two. I'd ask him if he’d always care And hear his answer, “May I dare?” For he’d love you—and I'd love me If I were you. —Yale Record soe “He had the wrong viewpoint.” “How was that?” “He was looking through the key- hole and the blind was up all the time.” —Gettysburg Cannon Bawl Soe Jimpson—What’s the capitol of Oregon? Weed—Springfield, Mass. “Thanks, I thought so.” N. Carolina Buccaneer comicbooks.com