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Bill. I knew
have married jUNM.] They’ve been
than a year and no« she’s made hi mi a pauper.
? Is it a boy or p jfirl?
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I read your verae. you lads who
moan.
For ladies sweet, and wan. and
fair.
I hear your lusty sighs for love
Entangled in your darlings hair.
I think you’re full of tuneful pap.
Jingling rhymes and prune juice
too*
A bunch of slop for a female sap.
A sap who'd care for you.
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Come give us a poem of honest
love.
Of sounding kisses and a healthy
hug.
Of a girl who can squeeze and
crack a rib.
Of a girl with a homely, honest
“mug.”
A girl that walks and talks and
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A girl we can see and feel and
hear.
Go bury your “fairy lands for-
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Dig up a girl that smells of beer
Garlic and cabbage, that’s life
as we know it.
Come, be honest and let love
show it.
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. Heard the latest on Chicago?
Dump it.
The children are playing tid-
dlewinks with manhole covers
and flies are using Flit for per
fume.
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And then there was the beau> ^ Know^what the drowning man 3»ilor—I’d Mke to take _you
tiful co-ed who was so dumb she said of the]one tumbling him a *way with me. ,
. thought the Royal Gorji was life p re sorter ? Jane—For good f
\ 1 a place to eat; and complained What of lit.
that she didn’t hear the Grand AJta buoj 1.Atta buoy!
Canyon fire a single shot while
she was there. . A man of (leisure is a man who
eats his be4ns from cans, bread My boy, my boy, why the de-
from the bkkery, and gets his pressed appearance?
Orange—What’s park love? babies fronf the foundling asy- I’m just trying to think up
{a nice clean joke for our college
Sailor—Don’t be silly.
Dry—Bushes and a bench.
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