Probably a Boxing Match
She (just back from Paris): “I can’t go to this dance tonight, my trunks haven’t arrived.”
He: “Good Lord, what kind of a dance do you think this is going to be?”
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If you interfere between man and wife, remember this, that they will be friends again and you won’t.
Smokehouse Poetry
In the September issue Smokehouse Poetry will feature The Unwritten Law by Budd McKillips, author of After the Raid, which scored such a recent success in the Whiz Bang, and Angela Morgan’s poem, Betrayed.
Bad, hopelessly bad!