  Gal O’ MineWhen first I kissed my little gal, And felt her sweet embraces, I knew I’d found an “only pal” And would soon get down to cases. Alas, it proved a ghastly joke, My friends began to snicker; I found myself K. O.’d and broke, Dang that gal. of liquor. * * * “I will be true while you’re away,” Thus ran the damsel’s song. “I will be true; but, oh, I say, Don’t be away too long.” * * * Beware, Oil Men!By Casper Y. Homing. Oh, mother, may I go out to swim, Way down behind the willers, I’ll hang my clothes on a hickory limb, And won’t go near the drillers. * * * Hibrow PoetryHer petticoat was georgette blue, Her dress was cheese cloth red, When she passes ’tween me and light, I always turn my head. * * * Courting Up to Date“The demure, shrinking type of maiden used to be able to walk to the altar with the matrimonial bacon,” complains Miss Etta Kette, “but the one who brings home the husband now-a-days seems to be the one who grabs him and bites her initials in his cheek.” * * * A SundodgerBaby—“I want my bottle.” Mother—“Keep quiet. You’re just like your father.” * * * Crossing the “Bar”Midnight, a gleaming star, On one who pinches me, For hanging on a “soft drink” bar Till I can hardly see. Curled peacefully in ash barrel I would sleep And dream of foaming mug, But policeman with a bass voice deep, Tuts me in the jug. * * * Knock ’er On the Kiss!A discussion on dancing became quite heated. The Girl in the case challenged her partner to prove his contention that any man could kiss a girl against her will. They clinched and after a brief but determined struggle, the girl was being ardently osculated. Upon being freed from the fervent hold the girl sighed and said, “Well, you won but it wasn’t fair. My foot slipped. Let’s try it again.” |
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