Just say: “Plymouth Rock chicken marries Rhode Island Red.”
Old Wheezy Bill—My landlord has raised my rent because I have a case of whisky in my apartments. Now, I don’t like to move and I don’t like to pay rent and then again its against the law to move the whisky, so what the’ll shall I do?—Oberst.
Your “case” has undoubtedly been disposed of by this time.
Dear Bill—To settle a dispute, please tell me what disease is caused from the microbe of a kiss?—June Bugg.
Palpitation of the heart.
Dear Bill—The ocean side seems so different this year. Why does it seem to make me feel so blue?—Flo Waters.
I do not know, Flo, unless it’s the wind blowing the froth over the bar that reminds you of olden days.