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Dear Captain Billy—What is the difference between kissing a horse and an ugly girl?—Paul Bearer.
No difference whatever. In either case it’s a horse on you.
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Dear Whiz Bang Bill—I am a great lover of literature, but find that friends borrow my books to read. Did you ever hear of anything like it?—Oliver Mudd.
We know an old fogy who married a flapper.
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Dear Captain Billy—My sweetheart got angry at me last night and said I had feet like a camel. What did he mean?—Rebeccah.
He probably inferred that your feet had gone too long without water.