For Private Circulation
“May I print a kiss upon your lips?”
“Yes, provided you promise not to publish it.”
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Baldheaded Bad Luck
The transport had just been torpedoed.
After a little struggle in the moisture, Bill found himself safely within the confines of an empty lifeboat.
Realizing that he was safe himself he began to look around to see who needed assistance.
Observing several men endeavoring to keep afloat nearby, he reached over the side and grabbed two of them by the hair and dragged them into the boat.
Suddenly a bald-headed man appeared alongside the boat. Peering over the side, Bill slapped him on the head and cried angrily: “Gwan down and come up right.”