. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 1, No. 22 (November 28, 1919)] . on; Harry H. Dees, Mount Vernon, N. Y.;W. J. Oivinn, Pigeon, Mich.; Wm. P. Sherman,Connellsville, Pa.; Douglas M. Clarke, Spring-field, Mass.; Fred C. Burris, Harrisburg, Pa.;France Russel, Butte, Mont.; Tyler B. Veasey,Jeffersonville, Ind.; C. H. Oldham, Baltimore,Md.;J. A. Donahue, Wheeling, West Va. Two doughboysleaning moodily overthe rail of a transportthree hundred milesat sea watched atiny fishing schoonertossing on the waves. Must be old fish-ermen in that boat,remarked the manfrom Massachusetts. You said amouthful,
. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 1, No. 22 (November 28, 1919)] . on; Harry H. Dees, Mount Vernon, N. Y.;W. J. Oivinn, Pigeon, Mich.; Wm. P. Sherman,Connellsville, Pa.; Douglas M. Clarke, Spring-field, Mass.; Fred C. Burris, Harrisburg, Pa.;France Russel, Butte, Mont.; Tyler B. Veasey,Jeffersonville, Ind.; C. H. Oldham, Baltimore,Md.;J. A. Donahue, Wheeling, West Va. Two doughboysleaning moodily overthe rail of a transportthree hundred milesat sea watched atiny fishing schoonertossing on the waves. Must be old fish-ermen in that boat,remarked the manfrom Massachusetts. You said amouthful, bo, agreedthe one from Okla-homa. If they aint,they darned well willbe before they reachland in that thing. An Englishman in Pittsburgh wasbuying a horse. The seller, by way of A firing party wasmarching a spy outto be shot one morn-ing along Frenchroads that were act-ually muddier thanusual. Ah, mutteredthe spy, no one withany heart wouldmarch a man throughthis mud just beforehe dies. Blime, whats your kick? exclaimeda Tommy, its us as have to walk backthrough There was a Medi-cal Corps man whogave his patients apill no matter whatthe ailment. Oneday a big burly armychauffeur came inand complained of asore knee. The promptly gavehim a tiny white big fellow swal-lowed it and thenstarted to shake hisleg vigorously. What are youdoing that for? iasked the M. D. Im trying toshake that pill downto my knee, Doc,answered the chauf- feur Suggestion No Why not fulfil c The mayor of acertain village was very ill. At certainhours the doctors posted bulletins out-side his house. At one cclock the bulle-tin read: Mayor very low. Threehours later came this:mayor has only fewhours to live. Andthen the last: Eightoclock; mayor haspassed away. Beneath this lastbulletin a cynicalpolitician wrote:Nine oclock; greatalarm in Heaven;mayor has not ar-rived yet.
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