A Hobo’s Lament
I said: Good man, can you help me,
I’m a millionaire dead broke;
But the poor old man was deaf and dumb,
I could tell by the way he spoke.
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Officer—“Why didn’t you salute? Don’t you know I’m a captain?”
Buck Private—“That’s a darn good job. Hang on to it.”
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“Late house tonight, my love,” she’ll say,
“Midnight or later maybe,
If I’m not home till break of day,
You stand to with the baby.”
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I have a wife and I have a flivver. My license to run the flivver is o. k., but my license to run my wife absolutely is the bunk.
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