“Oh, that?” came the reply in a soft, Southern drawl. “In Kentucky we call that a nightcap.”
Ten Years Ago Today: Henry Albright is in serious danger of losing one eye as the result of being cut by a beer glass in a rumpus last evening in Michael Bottkol’s saloon.
=Dear Bill=—How does moonshine affect you?—=June Meadows.=
It usually puts me in a daze for days and days.
=Dear Skipper Bill=—How can I remove stains from linen so they will not return?—=Aggie Vayting.=
=Dear Whiz Bang Bill=—A friend of mine wants to know if you were a captain in the army or the navy, as he was a seaman in the navy. He is wondering what part of the ship you were captain of, if you were in the navy.—=Navy Beehne.=
I would probably have been captain of the head in the navy.
=Dear Captain Billy=—I saw this in your Mail Bag section of the Whiz Bang: “Dot—A is right. Get out and walk.” Could you give me Dot’s address, Bill, so that through her I can get in touch with “B”?—=Dolly Varden.=
You will find Dot at the end of this sentence, old dear.
=Dear Skipper Bill=—You’ve been in the army, so perhaps you could give me a good idea of a brave man.—=May Wheat.=
A goop who can drink prohibition whiskey and wash it down with near beer.
=Dear Captain Billy=—We are a couple of hallroom boys and would like to know how we can stop the odor of our cooking from being detected by the landlady.—=Percy and Hal.=
Apply a coat of rubber to the top of your stove. This is sure to destroy cooking odors.
=Dear Captain Bill=—What’s your idea of an absent-minded man?—=Kureous Kwizsky.=
One who forgets his watch and then takes it out of his pocket to see if he has time to go back for it.
=Dear Billy=—What do you think is meant by “The shades of night were falling fast?”—=Alice Blue.=
When people are pulling down their curtains.
=Dear Captain Billy=—I am appearing soon in a home talent show and would like to know how I can get a Salome costume. Can you help me?—=Doris Doughnut.=
Tie two brass fingerbowls together with a shoe-string.
=Dear Bill=—I went out riding with a young man the other night and drank some champagne. Did I do wrong?—=Mother’s Daughter.=
=Dear Skipper=—What’s your idea of a non-essential industry?—=May Hogany.=
=Dear Snappy Skipper=—How many miles do you get from a gallon of hooch?—=U. Kisser.=