“My tear! Isn’t he brilliant!” “It’s the goods, Maurice, just so brilliant like a glass diamint.”
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The Other View
Mrs. Justso—“Is my gown cut too low in the back? I can just feel that those men behind us are staring at me.”
Mr. Husband—“Aw, turn around and show ’em your face and they’ll quit staring.”
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No Use
No use lovin’
Ain’t no gain;
No use eatin’,