Dear Capn.—What did my beau mean when he told me he would meet me in the future?—Sarah Desert.
Probably he meant in the pasture.
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Dear Capt. Billy—What is a drydock?—Torchy.
A physician who won’t give us prescriptions.
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The Farm That Bull Built
Oh! over the hill to Robbinsdale,
For a slap on the back and a hearty hail.
Where the cows do tricks in the new mown hay,