* * * * * “Waiter! There’s a fly in my ice cream.” “Serves him right; let him freeze.” _Our Rural Mail Box_ =_Lou Z. Lizzie_=—I quite agree with you. A man who gives you his diamond ring to look at and then wants it back is no gentleman. * * * * * =_Mary Ellen Slapapple_=—The fact that your sweetheart gave you two black eyes is striking proof of his affection. * * * * * =_Howsh E. Shaykes_=—A change of pasture is good for the bull, you know, old dear. * * * * * =_Hittem Formy_=—Don’t run your legs off after a woman; you’ll need them to kick yourself. * * * * * True lovers never say good night until morning. * * * * * As a Rule Clerk (at Employment Bureau)—“Someone has sent for a yardman, sir.” Manager—“We haven’t any yardmen at present.” Clerk—“Then shall I send up three footmen, sir?” * * * * * The Barber Itch Three prospective brides were in conference, Madge, Mary and Martha. Madge—I am to marry a lawyer with fine practice. We are building a beautiful home. Mary—My future husband is a banker and we will have a summer home, a maid and a car. Martha—Well, girls, if you must know, I am to marry a barber. Consternation reigned. “What on earth are you going to marry a barber for?” gasped Madge and Mary. Martha—Because any time a barber isn’t kissing you he is talking about it. * * * * * _A timid bachelor recently walked into a dance hall by mistake, and thought he was in a ladies’ dressing room._ * * * * * Jack—You certainly disgraced me at the banquet last night when you got drunk. Jill—What did I do. Jack—When the charlotte russe was served you tried to blow the foam off it. * * * * * Pee Ess In conclusion, Gentle Readers, don’t forget that Captain Billy’s encyclopedia of humor and poetry, the Winter Annual, Pedigreed Follies of 1921-22, is awaiting you at your newsdealer or the publisher. The Winter Annual _CONTENTS_