Dear Cap—Why is it that professors claim touch to be the most delicate of all the senses?—Hook M. Cowe.
Well, here’s why: when you sit on a pin you can’t see it, you can’t hear it, you can’t taste it—but it is there.
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Dear Captain—What is a button?—Holly Woode.
A small event that always comes off.
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Dear Capt. Billy—The waiters in our city of Brainerd have just organized a union and wish you would kindly suggest some sort of a yell to hand the cooks when they raise the dickens with us.—Tillie Olson.
My feeble effort:
Grape nut, Grape nut,