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T h e A u t o m a t ic A ge
Page of Fun
“ I love you better than my life.”
Trespassing in 1952
“ Well, • considering the life you
lead, that’s no surprise.” — C. C. N.
Y. Mercury.
Jones: Smith, will you quit flying
your airplane thi-ough my air, or
have I got to install a vacuum over
my front lawn?— Scarlet Saint.
“ I don’t know which girl to take
to the game.”
“ W hy don’t you flip a coin?”
“ I did, but it didn’t come out
right.” — Arizona Kittykat.
W hat the world needs is few er
people to tell it what it needs.
Hard-boiled
Boss:
W hat! Are
you writing your personal letters on
the company’s time?
Flustered Sent: No, on the com
pany’s stationery.— Texas Ranger.
A Real Estate Salesman Proposes
Well, old girl, I ’m gonna give you
the first chance to make yourself
Mrs. Henry H. Jones. I ’m the very
best to be had in the matrimonial
line, and I won’t take “ N o” fo r an
answer. Plenty o f women are crazy
to get a chance at me; since you’re
a good friend o f mine, though, I ’m
making you the fir3t offer. And let
me tell you right now you’ll be mak
ing the biggest mistake o f your life
if you don’t grab me now while you
can get me. Well, whadda you say?
— Carolina Buccaneer.
In days gone by the w olf that
haunted the door o f the average
home howled— and tried to sing.
Now it merely honks.
© International Arcade Museum
Blow Some My W ay!
Farmer: Doctor, my horse has the
heaves—
D octor: You had better consult a
veterinarian.
Farmer: Let me finish. I did and
he told me to blow a certain powder
up the horse’s nose through a quill.
D octor: What has this to do with
th------
Farmer: I need treatment. The
horse blew first.— Okla. Whirlwind.
“ W hat’s become o f all the whisky
tenors since prohibition?”
“ Oh, they’re all cigarette sopranos
now.”— U. o f S. Calif. Wampus.
Our idea o f absent-mindedness is
the bride who walks home from a
ride with her husband on their wed
ding night.— Drexerd.
let Farmer: How did you get your
boys to dig up your garden?
2nd D itto: Oh, I just told them I
buried a quart o f old stuff there and
forgot just where.
Dizzy: W ho was Booker T. W ash
ington?
Izzy: That’s easy. George Wash
ington’s father.
Dizzy: Hm. Didn’t think you’d
know.— Reserve Red Cat.
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