Fatty Arbuckle, I guess.
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Dear Captain Willy—A waiter in the Waldorf Flaskoria spilled hot soup down my neck, and when I remonstrated with him, the horrid old thing only snapped his fingers at me. Have you any words to describe such creature?—Ferdie Nann.
I would say that he is too soupercillious.
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Dear Farmer Bill—Why is it you farmers always dress your scarecrows in men’s clothing?—Sack Kitt.
Well, if we dressed them in women’s clothes there’d be sure to be some old birds hanging around.
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A friend of the Whiz Bang who served with the British forces during the World War sends us the following, which he claims was a favorite song among the “Limies.”