Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . he trip could be made successfully? Why do you give so many presents to those who havemoney to buy them, and so few to those who cannotspare the money? How do you manage to sail over oceans, mountainsand housetops, when my natural history is suspiciouslysilent on the subject of reindeers wings? What excuse can youoffer for bringing fa-ther something formothers house, and pre-senting mother with agift for her personal useonly? Why do you stackyour collection of toysin the stores, thus al-lowing the children tosee them long befor
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . he trip could be made successfully? Why do you give so many presents to those who havemoney to buy them, and so few to those who cannotspare the money? How do you manage to sail over oceans, mountainsand housetops, when my natural history is suspiciouslysilent on the subject of reindeers wings? What excuse can youoffer for bringing fa-ther something formothers house, and pre-senting mother with agift for her personal useonly? Why do you stackyour collection of toysin the stores, thus al-lowing the children tosee them long beforethe holidays? How is it that youcan appear simulta-neously in the toy sec-tions of the various de-partment stores? Why do you live atthe North Pole, when itis an accepted fact thatthe best toys are madein Germany?Dont you feel silly sleighing in Florida, where thereisnt any snow? And as the final question, but not necessarily themost unimportant one, why do you keep your clothes andwhiskers in that old trunk in our storeroom?Anxiously yours, Chalmot Gunson, The Remnant of a Man By FRANK R. WALTON THE SPEAKER said, Lend me your ears!I loaned em, though I had my , such a world of wicked men!I never got em back again. The ears he had seemed very fine—Why should the rascal care for mine? I riveted my eyes on him,And then my sight grew very rivets he could not he tried a week or two! Im sure you will not feel surprised When I remark I miss those eyes. Soon after at a dinner gay I gave my arm to young Miss May. She thought it was a souvenir! You see, I havent got it here. She took my arm, but left my sleeve,Its hollow, as you will perceive. For young Miss May I ceased to fell in love with Rose, so lost my heart with courtly gravity—An old tin can now fills the cavity!I put some beets inside the can—Im sure that was a hearty plan. I married Rose! It must be toldShe proved to be an awful took my head off! That was sad!
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