. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 1, No. 10 (September 5, 1919)]. looking doubtfully at thecrowd. Dont you think perhaps we had bet-ter wait till we get home, dear? was herembarrassed reply. One winters day a bowlegged soldierwas warming himself before a fire in afarmhouse. The young lad in the homesurveyed him a few minutes and thenvolunteered: Say, mister, you betterstand back; youre warping. Sailor: What do you call this stuff?Landlord: Victory : Then we ave lorst thebloomin war arter all.—Passing Show. A very lazy Southern negro, draftedand sent to camp, arrived in France in a
. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 1, No. 10 (September 5, 1919)]. looking doubtfully at thecrowd. Dont you think perhaps we had bet-ter wait till we get home, dear? was herembarrassed reply. One winters day a bowlegged soldierwas warming himself before a fire in afarmhouse. The young lad in the homesurveyed him a few minutes and thenvolunteered: Say, mister, you betterstand back; youre warping. Sailor: What do you call this stuff?Landlord: Victory : Then we ave lorst thebloomin war arter all.—Passing Show. A very lazy Southern negro, draftedand sent to camp, arrived in France in afew weeks. After a long time his motherreceived a letter from him, and callinghis sister, exclaimed: Heres a letterfrom dat lazy brother o yours. Jeslisten! Somewhere in France! Ah duntell yuh dat nigger d git lost when hegit dere! Judge (to a man just condemned todeath): You have a right to expressyour last wish, and if it is possible it shallbe granted. Prisoner (an ex-barber): Then, sir, Ishould like just once more to be allowedto shave the District He: Why is Adel-ine so angry with thephotographer? She: She found alabel on the back ofher picture saying:The original of thispicture is carefullypreserved! — Edin-burgh Scotsman. Tom and Joe, two small boys agedeight and ten, were talking about condi-tions of the day as they saw them. SaidTom, What do you mean by the daysof barbarism? Why, answered Joe, that waswhen they cut their necks instead oftheir hair. The voice of an anxious mother washeard as the doctors voice answered thetelephone. Please, mam, is the doctor in? MyWillie is so sick he cant stand, he cantset, nor he cant lay, and Im that worriedabout him. Well, answered the doctors wife,let Willie roost till the doctor arrives. The American Legion Weeklywill use jokes and pay for thosethat are acceptable. For the bestprinted each week, not exceedingfifty words, five dollars will bepaid; for the second best, threedollars; for all jokes accepted,one dollar.
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