=_Dottie_=—When he begins by saying, “Little girl, I’m old enough to be your father”—well, look out! * * * * * =_George_=—It is rude for a man to fall asleep while his wife is talking, but a man has to sleep some time. * * * * * =_Nisbet_=—You’re like the Scotchman who said “Don’t be backward in coming forward.” * * * * * =_Luscious Lizzie_=—It is not considered correct table manners to blow on your coffee to cool it. You had better pour it in your saucer. * * * * * =_Silas Sawyer_=—Chewing tobacco is all right in its place. Refrain, however, from using it for decorative purposes. * * * * * =_Al B. Kirk_=—A Whuzzat is a trained tobacco-chewing dog employed by the Southern Railway to run alongside of fast express trains to spit on the coach trucks to keep the hot boxes from burning. * * * * * =_Fat Man_=—Your meaning is not quite clear. Do I understand you to say you cannot dance except with a concave partner? * * * * * =_Johnny_=—I can’t use your story of the stove-pipe. It isn’t clean. * * * * * =_Sapp_=—If you want a set of teeth inserted, would advise that you go and kick some cross bull dog. * * * * * =_Restauranteur_=—A swell meal would be dried apples and water, and you can get a chicken dinner for ten cents at any feed store. _A Christmas Gift!_ Whiz Bang’s greatest book—The Winter Annual Pedigreed Follies of 1921-22—hot off the press. Orders are now being mailed. There will be no delay as long as the supply lasts. If your news stand’s quota is sold out— PIN A DOLLAR BILL Or your check, money order or stamps To the coupon on the opposite page. And receive our 256-page bound volume of jokes, jests, jingles, stories, pot pourri, mail bag and Smokehouse poetry. The best collection ever put in print. REMEMBER, FOLK Last year our Annual (which was only one-fourth as large as the 1921-22 book) was sold out on the Pacific Coast within three or four days, and not a copy could be bought =anywhere= in the United States within ten days. So hurry up! First Come will be First Served! Pin your dollar bill to the coupon and mail to the Whiz Bang Farm, Robbinsdale, Minn. Don’t write for early back copies of our regular issues. We haven’t any left. _Our Winter Annual_