Just Like Old Crow

Once again the husband came staggering home late.

“Oh, John, have you been drinking again?” sobbed his wife as she caught a whiff of beer.

“No, dearie; you wronged me; I’ve been eatin’ frogsh’ legsh, and you smell the hops.”

It Pays to Advertise

BY OXNARD PETE

It isn’t necessary to read magazine stories any more. The editor tells you all about them in “eye catchers” at the beginning. They read like this:

“Mary’s Garter,” by R. Ubberneck. A snappy and re-elastic love story that stretches the imagination to the breaking point. No “honi soit” stuff here.