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By Charles B. Driscoll
"Are you coming home for Christ
mas?" wrote a -widow to her
He" sighed, and -shoved the letter in
As he murmured, "Yes, I ought to,
but I'd miss a lot of fun,
And my Sally would go skyward like
Now this Sally, is a chicken with a
peck of scrambled hair,
And her eyelid is a slowly moving
When she looks at Bob he mutters,
, "Alabasteri 4She's a bear!
My goat is in her paddock ndw for
So Bobbie talked with -Sal- awhile,
and this is what he wrote:
"Dear Mother How I'd like to grace
'. your table!
And how I hate to tell you in this
hurried little note
That I've just received a very pres
The boss can't do without me, so he
called me up to say
That I'll have to spend the holidays
So I hope 'you'll have a very, very
merry Christmas day," "
Though for me the sky may look
a little murky!"
Bob's carrying that letter in -a pocket"
of his vest,
And I hope he'll still have sense
enough to burn it, '
Even though his sea-eyed ally puts
his mettle to the test
By gazing at his head as if to turn it!
o o '
Rubbing the face all over, the soap
isn't any more economical than rub
ing the soap all over the face; ,
WE.S ONE FROM .
Hoou eueci ten
& moon eueis.
' ' AND Ufrtt
THE. FICKLE WIND
"Cholly, why do you remind me ot
"Because it kisses you every time
it gets a chance?"
"Precisely. And because it kissv
other girls also."
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