Dear Skipper—What is funnier than a one-arm man trying to wind his wrist watch?—Horace.
A glass eye at a keyhole.
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Dear Skip—How is hash made?—Hi Water Shuz.
It isn’t made. It accumulates.
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Dear Breezy Bill—What’s your idea of the height of optimism?—Peter Outt.
Changing your socks from one foot to the other so that the toes will not fit the holes.
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Dear Captain Billy—Do you think that if I hired a pretty stenographer I would take more interest in my business?—J. G. P.