A Sad Story
Ikey and Pat were wounded in an engagement in the Argonne. A priest making the rounds found them. After giving the Irishman the last rites he then went over to Ikey and asked, “Do you believe in the Father, Son and Holy Ghost?”
Ikey groaned and rolled over.
“Oi, Oi! Here I am dying and you ask me riddles.”
Our Rural Mail Box
C. U. Later—Sunday is the strongest day. All of the rest are weak days.
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Sin O. Nimm—Sorry, I can’t place you, but your breath smells familiar.
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Unicorn—No, Uni, wrinkles do not denote the age of a prune.
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I. C. S. Student—You ask me what is the most advisable course in the mining study to take up. Would suggest that you take up Kalso Mining.
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Reggie—Yes, Reginald, ’tis true, only too true, that if the man in the moon had a baby he’d have the sky rocket.
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Doc. Brady—As an instant relief for sore feet would suggest that you walk on your hands.
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Run-Down Ikey—A sure way to acquire more initiative and pep is to wave a red shirt in front of Pedro.
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Wealth is not his that has it, but his that enjoys it.
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