The American Legion Weekly [Volume 3, No 4 (January 28, 1921)] . A Chance in a Million Miss Screecher had justgiven an example of her sing-ing. Do you think I stand achance? she asked anxiouslyof the professor. Madame, he replied withcandor. If you have ze goodconstitution and zey get you toze hospital in time, maybe youlive five years. Efficiency on the Farm Cow: Can you beat it?Theres so much system aroundhere now that they file me inthe barn under the letter C. Hen: Yes, I have mytroubles with efficiency put a rubber stamp inmy nest so I can date my eggstwo weeks ahead. That Todd
The American Legion Weekly [Volume 3, No 4 (January 28, 1921)] . A Chance in a Million Miss Screecher had justgiven an example of her sing-ing. Do you think I stand achance? she asked anxiouslyof the professor. Madame, he replied withcandor. If you have ze goodconstitution and zey get you toze hospital in time, maybe youlive five years. Efficiency on the Farm Cow: Can you beat it?Theres so much system aroundhere now that they file me inthe barn under the letter C. Hen: Yes, I have mytroubles with efficiency put a rubber stamp inmy nest so I can date my eggstwo weeks ahead. That Toddle Was your wife angry withyou because you couldnt dothe latest dances? Yes, she was just hopping. A Resolution See here, said Adam toEve. Do you realize that thehigh cost of living is crimpingme badly? You simply mustbe less extravagrant in thematter of clothes. All right, dear, answeredEve obligingly. Ill help youto economize by turning overan old Bill Luger, ex-doughboy, gets his first civilian opportunity to gratify his old-time passion for souvenirs Nasty Slur Thert dont seem to be as many trampsaround here as there were, said the house-wife. • No, agreed the crippled ex-soldier. A vlot of them are still in the shipyards. Natural Inference Inspection arms! roared the corporal. Casey, a husky new recruit, immediatelydropped his rifle and rolled up his sleeves. What are you going to do—fight?asked the corporal with apprehension. No, said Casey mildly, I fought yewanted to see if Id been vaccinated. Qualified for the Job Belshazzar saw the handwriting on thewall. Orderly, he commanded, go find thatsoldier and tell him hes just been appointedChief Intelligence Officer. Oh, Grave, Thy Victory? A group of old-timers had been caughtred-handed at dice by the village preacher,who had delivered a broadside on the evilsof gambling. When he was through onerecalcitrant drawled: Say, parson, you ever shot craps? I should say not. You
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