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ne | to Quagmire’s Querrulous Quinsy | Qure. Sign the coupon at the bottom of the page and try a bottle at your own risk. Pinto’s Priceless Perfume for Prindled Poodles When I was a small girl my cousin came to visit me and fell off my father’s bicycle out near the Catskills and broke my stubborn spirit in places, including the Scandinavian. A few months later I discovered that I too should have that priceless feminine asset, the unspeakable as well as unescapable charm of an “Air Perfumery Sol bought a quart of Pinto’s Priceless Perfume and oh, my gosh, Mr. Pinto, I wish you could have seen us. We used the whole quart in one evening but it was some party and I never needed another. He pro- posed before he came to and we've lived happily for over two weeks now. P. S.: I may need another bottle pretty soon, though. Plunker's Plum Preserve for Spoiled Children Our little Effie I guess is getting spoiled but even if she is only three years old yet. We been getting your Plunker’s Plumb Preserve forhermost two months now and she don’t seem no better. Your recipes we got but CAR they don’t look so good so please < > BQ “srs 640e- tell us what should be wrong. “ 5 ae 9. i ” Also before we give Effie more That's a good omen, Bill—all the birdies are going South with us. preserve should it be washed off the old or not. Much obliged in ad- vanee. An Anxious Mother Unpublished Testimonials Or Why the Ad Men Have to Write Their Own Quagmire’s Querrulous Quinsy Qure Ore upon a time there was a beau- tiful young fairy wholived way up high in an old castle where she kept her schoolgirl complexion which was guarded by seven brave knights, making one weak. Well, then one evening, when her godfather, who was chief bootlegger to the Mayor of the Kingdom, came home from the wheat fields he missed one of the nights, but the beautiful princess calmed his fears and, leaning out of the castle window, she asked him if he had a little fairy in his home. This answer so pleased the king that he repented of his hasty judgment and saved the other six knights which were full of joy, and they all lived happily until the beginning of the next serial installment. In commenting upon the per- formance, Mr. Wilberforce Wilt, who “Poor Gregory! Joined the great silent army!” took the part of the castle window, “What, don’t tell me he’s dead!” gave every atom of credit, if at all, “No, married.” comicbooks.com