Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #31 — page 29: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 27 The Crap Shooter's Wedding Preacher—Rastus, do yo’ take dis here woman for better or for worse? Rastus (from habit)—Pahson, Ah shoots de works! * * * The Program I pressed thy round, full mouth to mine own In ecstasy. I drew the fragrant perfume of thee Into me. My trembling hand about thy slender neck. With a curse: for I knew That thou wast empty, little pint bottle. * * * Knockem On the Kiss He—Do you like indoor sports? She—Yes, if they go home early. * * * “Will you please insert this obituary notice?” asked an old gentleman of Pedigreed Bull Smith of the Minneapolis Journal. “I make bold to ask it because the deceased had a great many friends about here who’d be glad to hear of his death.” * * * Irish Pot Pourri As the old saying goes—you’ll find no Chinese laundries where the River Shannon flows. * * * If everything we did in life was printed on our foreheads there would not be so many reformers out in the daytime.