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Dear Cap. Bill—Judging from your last letters to me your fountain pen must leak all of the time. Why not get a new one?—Maggie Zeen.
No, you are mistaken. It leaks only when I’ve got ink in it.
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Dear Cap—Can you give me an example of the height of curiosity?—Otto Mattick.
A woman sticking her finger into a bowl of soup to see if it leaves a dent.
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My Dear Captain—I admire you very much and wish to tell you that I am a neat, nifty and nice little girl. All of my hats are from Paris, though I must confess my stockings were all made in America. Would you like to see Paris?—Chloro Form.
No, I’m patriotic. I’d rather see America first.
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