“How do you wash your back when you bathe?” queried one fair maiden of her companion on a streetcar, as they rode to work one morning last week. “I just can’t seem to get a satisfactory job on that part of me.”
“Why—wash my back?” came the instant and ready reply. “Why, that’s easy. I just soap my back all over and then lie down in the tub and shimmy.”
He: “Are you free tonight, dearie?”
She: “No, I was last Friday but not tonight.”
Limericks
There was a young lady of Tottenham,
Her manners—well, she had forgotten ’em.
At tea at the Vicar’s