Gents—please dont send me enymoar uf yer patent medasin sirkulars. every tim i reed won uf them i half every diseas yu menshun. last sumor i hed the mesells an the kattel tuk it an they broak out uf the pastchur.
Deer doctur:
mi wife used tu stutter sum wen she talked. i used siks botels uv yer wundurfeel Remadie an now she has the locke gaw. pleas sent tu moar botels fer mi mutherinlaw.
Yers trooly
Hen Henpeck
Rapid Fire
By HARRY L. NEWTON
COPYRIGHT MCMIII BY WILL ROSSITER
Tom (Comedian): Can you tell me where there’s a fire-insurance office?