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Dear Skipper—Could you tell me who is the inventor of the loose leaf system?—L. E. Phant.
Eve.
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Dear Captain Jazzbo—I have a sweet girlie, with teeth quite pearly. I took her in my arms one night. She scratched and giggled and tried to bite. Can you guess what’s worrying me?—Hymanjasus.
Your poetry is punk, old trapper, and I’ll answer you, the same—You like to love but you hate to fight with a dirty neck when you monkey-bite.
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Dear Captain Bill—I see where you discuss at length the brevity of girls’ attire, but I never see you object in your writings. How do you stand, anyway?—Noonan Knight.
Well, you don’t see me wearing any smoked glasses.