Sure. One who loves his fellow man.
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Dear Skipper—Kindly furnish me with an illustration of “Poetry of Motion.”—Awsthetic Awlice.
How would this be: A picnic girl with a bug down her back?
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Dear Skipper—Do leaves of trees turn red in the fall from blushing because they are showing naked limbs?—Bon Jurrows.
No, it’s because they realize how green they were all summer.
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Dear Captain Billy—I had a tussle with my beau last night. How may I recover myself?—Petite Fifi.