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Bedroom Party
Literature
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BRAIN TEASER
A train is operated by three men Smith,
Robinson and Jones. They are fireman, engineer, and brakeman, but not
respectively. On the train are three business men of the same name. A Mr. Smith,
a Mr. Robinson, and a Mr. Jones. Consider the following data about all
concerned: Mr. Robinson lives in Detroit. The brakeman lives halfway between
Chicago and Detroit. Mr. Jones earns exactly $2,000 per year. Smith beats the
fireman at billiards. The brakeman's nearest neighbor, one of the passengers,
earns exactly three times as much as the brakeman, who earns $1,000 per year.
The passenger, whose name is the same as the brakeman's, lives in Chicago. THIS
IS THE QUESTION WHO IS THE ENGINEER? Every fact is relevant and must be
considered. (This is a test used by the Bethlehem Steel Company. A two and
one-half hour time limit is allowed.)
LOVE
Please don't ask me to marry you
tonight,
Mother would just have a fit.
Good
Heavens! 'Twas only today we met,
Can't you be patient a
bit?
You know how people talk about things,
I
mean, when they're not in good taste,
And, anyway a girl, if she's nice
Won't
marry a man in such haste.
I 'll marry you tomorrow, if you
like,
And share your toothbrush and
comb,
But darling, if you don't stop teasing
tonight,
I'll get up, get dressed and go home.
San Diego Transit Company San Diego,
California
Dear Sirs,
I have been riding your cars for the past
ten years, and the service seems to be worse every day. In fact, I think that
the transportation you offer is not as good as that enjoyed by the people a
thousand years ago.
Yours truly,
John Doe
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Mr. John Doe
San Diego, California
Dear Sir,
We have received your letter of the first
and believe that you are somewhat confused in your history. The only
transportation a thousand years ago was traveling on foot.
Tours truly,
San Diego Transit Co.
San Diego Transit Company San Diego, California
Dear Sirs,
I am in receipt of your letter of the
26th and I think you are the ones that are confused in your history. If you will
read the Bible, Book of David, eighth verse, you will find that Aaron rode into
town on his ass more than 3,000 years ago, that is something that I have been
unable to do on your busses the past three years.
Yours truly,
John Doe
TOASTS
Our Toast to You
Come in the evening or come in the
morning,
Come when you're looked for or come
without warning;
A thousand welcomes you'll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more
I'll adore you.
Here's to sin and here's to
virtue,
A little bit of both won't hurt you,
A
little virtue is enhancing,
A little sin can be entrancing,
Be good,
my dear, but don't be haughty,
There's too much fun in being
naughty.
Here's to Me!
As a beauty I'm no star,
There are others more handsome by far,
But my face I don't mind it,
For I am behind it,
It's the people in
front that I jar!
Here's to the engagement
ring;
It is the last peel of the liberty
bell.
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TOASTS
Here's to the good woman who loves her
husband for the things he has learned from some other woman not so
good!
Drink to the day and drown all
sorrow,
You shall perhaps not be here
tomorrow,
But while you have it, use your breath,
There's no drinking after death.
Little lady at the bar,
How he wonders what you are;
How he
wonders what you'll do,
If he grabs a kiss from you;
Pretty soon,
without a doubt,
Honey, he'll be finding out.
Here's to wine, and women and
song,
Enjoy them all as you go along,
If the
Doc makes one unlawful,
Give up singin', your voice is awful.
Kisses tender, kisses
cold,
Kisses timid, kisses bold,
Kisses joyful,
kisses sad,
Pass the drinks or I'll go
mad.
Men soon tire of song and dances,
Whiskey, gin and cheap romances,
They want the finer things in life;
A
little home, a charming wife,
But they find joy in new caresses
So
never lose the old addresses.
I'm sorry for what I did last night,
'Twas that last drink that threw me.
Please make me like I was
before,
Oh! Please, Dear Lord, unscrew me
!
Some guys adore a pretty
leg,
Some love a pretty curl,
That's not for
me, I must admit
I want the whole darn
girl.
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TOASTS
Here's to the man who believes in only
one woman
But likes to experiment a little with others.
Here's to the happiest hours of my
life,
Spent in the arms of another man's wife
my Mother!
I wish you well, I wish you
mighty,
I wish my pajamas against your
nighty,
Now don't be mistaken or
misled,
I mean on the clothes line and not in
bed.
Here's to good old whiskey
So amber and so clear,
It is not so sweet
as a woman's lips
But a damn sight more
sincere.
Here's to when I want it,
And I want it bad,
And if I don't get
it
It makes me mad,
And if I do get
it
It makes me frisky,
Now don't get me
wrong
'Cause I mean whiskey.
Here's to our sweethearts and
wives;
May our sweethearts soon become our
wives,
And our wives remain our sweethearts.
May we kiss whom we please
And please
whom we kiss.
Here's to you and to you
again,
If I hadn't met you, what I might have
been,
But now that I've met you and let you
I'll bet you I'll let you
again.
At it and to it and at it and to it
again,
If you don't get at it you'll never get
to it again.
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TOASTS
Here's to turkey when you're hungry,
Champagne when you are dry,
A pretty girl when you need her,
And
Heaven when you die.
Here's to those who love us well;
Those
who don't can go to Hell.
Here's to a long life and a merry one,
A
quick death and a happy one,
A good girl and a pretty one,
A cold
bottle and another one.
Here's to us good people are
scarce.
Gee, I'm restless, gotta get
going,
All my wild oats are crying for
sowing.
Here's to Woman
The dearest, sweetest gift to
man,
That nature ever gave,
His comforter and
worshipper,
His angel and his slave.
She's sunlight,
moonlight, starlight;
She's music, flower and song,
And every
faith, and hope, and love,
And joy to her belong;
And naught in all
creation wide,
So constant, sure and true,
But who on
earth or who in Hell
Can tell just what she'll do
?
Here's to the girl with eyes of brown
Whose proud spirit you cannot down,
And when she kisses, she kisses so
sweet,
She makes something stand that doesn't
have feet.
Here's to a night of peaceful repose,
Tummy to tummy, and toes to toes,
After a moment of blissful
delight,
It's fanny to fanny, the rest of the
night.
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WOULD YOU?
If in this world there were but
two,
And all the world were good and
true,
And if you knew that no one knew
Would
you?
If you dreamed in pajamas
blue
Of two strong arms embracing
you,
And if you really wanted to
Would you
?
If all the world were nice and bright,
And if I stayed with you all night,
And if I turned out the light
Would
you?
If we were in a certain
place,
And if we were sleeping face to
face,
Nothing between us but a little lace
Would you kiss me good-night?
QUESTION
A policeman came to our home one
day,
The mailman came and went away,
And in
about nine months there was Hell to pay,
Who fired the shot the Blue or the Grey
?
ANSWER
You asked who fired this fatal
shot
And on this character left a blot.
I'll say it was the man in Blue,
For such a thing a carrier would not do.
Uncle Sam's Grey trousered sons
Are not permitted to carry their guns.
But the man in Blue they call the Bull,
Carries his gun with a magazine full.
Hence the evidence is very strong
That the man in Blue committed the
wrong.
Little girl guard that sacred
spot
From this big Bull's unerring shot,
For
at least again he'll come some day,
And in about nine months there will be
Hell to pay.
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A YOUNG MAN'S DREAM
Last night as I lay in
bed,
I dreamed my love and I were wed,
I heard
a gentle voice that said
"Do it!"
Entranced, I neither moved or
stirred
But wondered if all right I heard.
Again
there came that voice that whispered
"Do it!"
Her face was as fair as a wild rose,
Her
breasts as white as driven snow.
She whispered, "Now while no one knows
Do it!"
We snuggled close, and in a
trance
I heard her coo, "Come, take a
chance,
For you, My Love, I wear no pants
Do it!"
I wakened from my troubled
sleep
Completely bathed in sweat and
heat,
And there upon my snow white sheet,
"I DOOD IT!"
THE PHOTOGRAPHER AND THE
LADY
The year is 1950. A law has been passed
by the government requiring every couple married five years to have a baby. If
the couple has been unable to have a child, a government man is sent to their
home to visit the wife, and be the means of her becoming a mother. This morning
in particular a baby photographer calls. There are no babies in the family, much
to the sorrow of the young husband. It's the morning of their fifth anniversary.
The young husband speaks :
"Well, goodbye, dear, I'm off to the
office. I suppose the government man will be here shortly."
The wife pretties herself and powders her
nose. THE DOORBELL RINGS she is expecting the government man, but instead it
is the baby photographer, who has called to see if he can sell the lady of the
house some baby pictures.
Lady: Oh, Good Morning !
Man : How do you do ? You probably know
me, I represent
Lady: You need not explain,
Mr.-----------
Man : Jones is the name, Madam, and I
make a specialty of
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Lady: Yes, of course I know. It's quite
all right. Won't you sit down?
Man: Well, in that case, I'll get
busy.
Lady: Well, to be familiar with the many
ways you do things, just where do you begin?
Man: Just leave that to me, Madam. I
recommend two in the bath tub, one or two on the floor, and one or two on the
couch.
Lady: Bath tub floor Good Heavens
!
Man: Well, my dear lady, even the best of
us can't get a good one every time but one out of six is bound to be a
honey.
Lady: You will forgive me but it does
seem a bit informal.
Man: The charm of the whole thing is the
informality. Perhaps you would like to see some samples.
Lady: Samples? Well, I suppose so. After
all, there is no hurry, is there?
Man: No indeed. In my line a man can't do
his best work in a hurry. (He opens his album and shows it to her.) Look, isn't
it
Lady: Yes indeed. A lovely
child.
Man: But for a tough assignment look at
this one. Believe it or not, it was done on top of a Fifth Avenue
bus.
Lady: (Gulping) Fifth Avenue
bus!
Man: It's really not hard if you know
how. And when a man in my line knows how, his work is a pleasure. Now here is a
shot that was made in Macy's at high noon. Yes, Ma'am, one shot, mind
you.
Lady: Even ONE shot does seem a little
public.
Man: Well there was a little secret about
it. The mother of the child was a movie actress and she needed a little
publicity and did she get it. But the most difficult job I ever tackled was this
one. (He shows her a picture of twins.)
Lady: Oh, twins.
Man: Yes, and the best looking boys you
ever saw. I knocked this job out in Central Park one snowy afternoon last
winter.
Lady : Central Park, Goodness
!
Man: Yes, Madam. It took from two in the
afternoon until five. I never worked under more difficult circumstances, with
people lined up four and five deep, pushing and crowding to get a
look.
Lady: Four and five deep ?
Man: Yes, Lady, people everywhere. Just
imagine more than three hours work under handicaps like that. Two cops helped
me. I could have gotten another shot or two before dark but by that time the
squirrels were gnawing at my equipment.
AT THIS POINT THE LADY PASSED
OUT!
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"THE CROWN POINT (IND.) REGISTER
(REPUBLICAN)"
A committee of admirers of the President
were trying to decide where to place a statue of F. D. Roosevelt in the capitol.
They decided it would not do to place it next to Washington because
"Washington never told a lie. They decided it would not do to place it next to
Lincoln because Lincoln was known as "Honest Abe." The Committee was in very
much of a quandary, but, after careful consideration they decided to place
Roosevelt's statue next to Columbus BECAUSE Columbus did not know where the Hell
he was going did not know where he was when he got there did not know where
he had been when he got back AND DID IT ALL ON BORROWED MONEY!
WOMAN
She's an angel in truth, a demon in
fiction A woman's the greatest of all contradictions.
She's afraid of a cockroach, she'll
scream at a mouse But she'll tackle a husband as big as a house.
She'll take him for better she'll take
him for worse; She'll split his head open and then be his nurse.
And when he is well and can get out of
bed, She'll pick up a teapot and throw at his head.
She's faithful, deceitful, keen sighted
and blind; She's crafty, she's simple, she's cruel, she's kind.
She'll lift a man up, she'll cast a man
down,
She'll make him her hero, her ruler, her
clown.
You fancy she's this but you find that
she's that, For she'll play like a kitten and fight like a cat.
In the morning she will, in the evening
she won't
And you're always expecting she will when
she won't.
WHY?
If a Felt manufacturer gets his felt
twice a week, and a leather dealer get his hide twice every Tuesday and
Thursday, and a streetcar conductor will take on any woman in town for 10 cents
and the boss has to get into his stenographers drawers to get some lead for his
pencil, and a mechanic has to screw the typewriter, while the dentist puts his
tool into a woman's mouth then why in the Hell should a doctor charge $3.00
for coming once ?
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PAT AND MIKE
Pat and Mike immigrated to the United
States from Ireland. On their voyage to this country they decided to share all
their good and bad fortunes together. If one prospered the other would also
prosper. This arrangement worked out very well and in a few years both had
managed to become quite rich. One day Pat decided to get married.
"Remember our agreement,' said Mike. "If
you get married, your wife will be my wife half the time."
Pat didn't like this but then an
agreement was an agreement. After several months of wedded happiness, Mrs. Pat
had to go to the hospital. Pat and Mike paced up and down the corridor until the
nurse finally announced the baby was born. Pat rushed in and came out shaking
his head and not saying a word. Mike rushed in and came out a few minutes later
to dash for home closely followed by Pat. When Mike got home he started to pack
his clothes.
"Where you goin', Mike?"
"Faith an begorra, I'm goin' back to the
auld country."
"Well, Mike, me boy, when you get there,
you tell them it takes two damn good Irishmen to make a
nigger!"
SALT PETER
Mandy went to work for three old Maids.
After working about a month Mandy asked one of the Old Maids: "What do you do
when you gets dat ar' man urge?"
"Why, we just eat salt peter," replied
the Old Maid.
Mandy tried this and the next morning she
said, "Ya know, Mis, dat salt pete's mighty fin' but did you eber try some of
dat fresh stuff?"
WAS NEVER LIKE THIS
A city girl went to visit her country
cousin. When evening came and the country girl started to the barn to milk the
cows the city cousin asked if she could
help.
"Sure, come along. Have you ever milked a
cow before?" "No, but I think I can," replied the city girl. After the country
girl had milked a couple of cows she noticed her cousin was still trying to milk
her first cow. "What's the matter, are you having trouble?" "Well," replied the
city girl, "don't you have to get these things hard first ?''
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JUNGLE LOVE
A sparrow, who had been denied the
pleasures of female companionship, flew to his friend the elephant and
propositioned her.
"Sure, go ahead," said the
elephant.
Two monkeys were sitting in the tree
above the elephant watching the spectacle and laughing. They laughed so hard
they shook a coconut loose which fell and hit the elephant on the head, causing
the elephant to go "OOF."
The sparrow flew around and asked,
"What's the matter honey, did I hurt you ?''
A TOAST
Now here's to the moment's we've
stolen,
Now stealing you know is wrong, But after
we've stolen these moments,
Just to whom do these moments
belong?
Now if a man has a bushel of
apples
And he willfully lets them rot, And
someone came along and stole them
Would you blame him why certainly
not.
Because apples were meant to be eaten,
And moments were meant for delight,
And that's just what we'll tell our
conscience Dear if it bothers us AFTER TONIGHT
DEFINITIONS
SOCIALISM You have two cows you give
one to your neighbor.
COMMUNISM You have two cows, and give
both to the Government. The Government gives you milk.
FASCISM You keep the cows and give the
milk to the Government. The Government sells part of it back to
you.
NAZISM You have two cows. The
Government shoots you and takes the cows.
NEW DEALISM The Government shoots one
cow, milks the other and pours the milk in the sewer.
CAPITALISM You sell one cow and buy a
BULL!
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NEWLYWEDS
A salesman got married and took his new
wife to the hotel on their wedding night. They had no more than arrived in the
bridal suite when the salesman had to leave on an urgent call, however, he told
his new bride he would only be gone fifteen or twenty minutes.
As soon as the bridegroom left, the bride
hastily ordered a large electric fan which she set on the dresser, then she
undressed and put on her very sheerest negligee. When she heard her husband
return she turned on the fan and stretched out on the bed, letting the breeze
mold the negligee to the soft, warm curves of her body.
The bridegroom entered the room and,
after locking the door, turned to see his wife lying on the bed invitingly.
Slowly he took off his coat and threw it out the open window. More rapidly he
removed his shirt and tossed it out the window, his trousers followed soon
after.
"Honey, what are you throwing all your
clothes out the window for ?'' asked his wife.
"Darling, if you're half as hot as you
look and I'm half the man I think I am, those clothes will be out of date before
I get done!"
TOASTING
An Englishman visited the United States
and was very pleased with the American custom of offering a toast before dinner.
The toast he liked the best was:
"Here's to our pretty
girls
"Who's dresses button down the
sides,
And every time the wind
blows
You can see their pretty
thighs.''
When the Englishman returned to his
homeland, the first dinner he attended he jumped up to offer this toast: "Here's
to our pretty girls
Whose dresses button down the front, And
every time the wind blows
You can see their pretty
."
"Oh Hell, that can't be
right!"
She: No kidding
He : Barring all accidents, none
!
PAGE 14
REAL ESTATE FOR
SALE
Come Early and Avoid the
Rush
A young lady wishes to sell a choice
spot, situated at the bottom of a gentle slope, through which runs a stream of
clear water. It was built 20 years ago by her father and is in excellent
condition at the present time. Seven years growth of shrubbery.
It is a fine chance for any young man
with stiff standing capital and a pushing ambition. She gave away over $1,000
worth before she found it could be sold. Can be seen any evening after 7:00
o'clock. Come early and buy a lot.
DO YOU PLAY BRIDGE?
A colored woman was applying for a new
position. When asked about her leaving her former place she
replied:
"Yessum, dey pay good, but dat was the
mos' redicliest place I'se eber been. Dey plays a game called bridge and las'
night dey was lots of folks dar and jes, as I was fixen to bring on de
'freshments I heers a man say to a woman 'take your hand offen my trick,' I'se
pretty neer drapped my tray en Bless my heart, I heers annuder man say, 'lay
down and le's see what you got.' Well, I jes' ups and' gets my hat 'cause I
knows dat ain't no place fo' me and jes' as I was leavin' I hopes to die if a
woman didn't say, 'Well, I guess I will stop now, as dis is de las' rubber.' Now
ma'm, I'se a lady an' I couldn't stay dar!"
FUEL FLASH
If to be warm you so
desire,
Poke the missus, not the fire; But if you
lead a single life,
Poke some other bugger's wife. Poke his
wife or poke your- own.
But leave the bloody fire
alone,
ODE TO THE FOUR-LETTER
WORDS
Banish the use of the four-letter
words,
Whose meanings are never obscure;
The
Angels and Saxons, those baudy old birds,
Were Vulgar, Obscene and Impure.
But
cherish the use of the weaseling phrase,
That never quite says what it means:
You'd better be known for your hypocrite ways,
Than as Vulgar, Impure and
Obscene.
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When nature is calling, plain speaking is
out,
When the ladies (God bless 'em) are
milling about; Y
ou may "wet," "make water" or "empty the glass,"
You can "powder your nose," or "the
Johnny" will pass.
It's a "drain for the lily," or "a man about a
dog,"
When everyone's drunk, it's "condensing
the fog";
But true as the Devil, that word with a hiss ,
It's only in Shakespeare that characters
- - - -!
A woman has "bosoms," a "bust" or a
"breast,"
Those lily-white globules you spy neath
her vest;
They are "towers of ivory" or "sheaves of new wheat,"
In a moment of passion, "ripe apples to
eat."
You can speak of her nipples as "fingers of fire!"
With scarcely a chance of arousing her
ire,
But by Rabelais' beard, she'll give you ten fits,
If you speak of them roughly as good
honest - - - -!
That's a "cavern of joy" you're thinking
of now,
A "warm, tender field awaiting the plow";
It's a "quivering bird caressing your hand,''
Or the "Star Spangled Banner" you're
ready to stand.
Or believe it's a "flower," or a "grotto," or
"mink,"
The "Hope of the World," or a "bottomless
sink,"
But friend, heed this warning beware the affront;
Of playing the Saxon and calling it a - -
- -!
Though a lady rejects you, shell always
be kind,
As long as you're hinting at what's in
your mind;
You may tell her you're "horny" and need to be
"swung,"
Or invite her to see how your "etchings
are hung."
You may speak of your "ashes" which need to be hauled;
It's a "lid" for her "saucepan," a "lays"
not too bold,
But the moment you're forthright, get ready to
duck,
The woman's not born who welcomes :
"Let's - - - -!"
So banish the words that Elizabeth
used,
When she was a Queen on her throne;
This
modern maid's virtue is easily bruised,
By the four-letter words alone.
Let your
morals be loose as an Alderman's vest;
If your language is always obscure;
Today
not the act, but the word is the test,
Of the Vulgar, Obscene and
Impure.
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INVENTORS
Saint Peter was standing at the Golden
Gate when Henry Ford knocked for admittance.
"What did you do on earth to deserve
admittance to Heaven?" asked Saint Peter.
"I invented the Ford car,'' replied
Henry. "Come in."
"What did you do to get such an easy
job!" asked Henry. "Why, I'm an inventor, too." "What did you invent?" "I
invented woman."
"That's nothing, a car is more important
than a woman," stated Henry.
"More people have rode my invention than
ever rode yours!'' replied Saint Peter.
The first American soldier to kill a Jap
was Mike Murphy.
The first American soldier to sink a
battleship was Colin Kelly.
The first pilot to shoot down a Jap plane
was Edwin O'Hara.
The first American to be decorated by
President Roosevelt was James Powers.
The first to be killed leading his ship
into battle was Don Gallagher.
The first mother to lose five sons was
Mrs. Sullivan.
The first American soldier to father four
English bastards was William Thompson.
The first ,son of a bitch to get four new
tires was Nathan Goldstein.
FORECAST: STORMY
WEATHER
Shortly after the good pastor announced
the birth of a son, the trustees of the church granted his request for an
increase in salary. This went on for several years; each time a child arrived at
the minister's house the trustees patiently granted his requests for more
salary. But finally when times were bad and collections became poor the trustees
tartly informed him that if he was foolish enough to have such a large family,
he would have to manage to get along without any further increases in salary.
The poor minister reminded them that "the good Lord sends us
children."
"Yes," replied one of the elders. "And
the good Lord sends us rains and storms, and wet weather, too, but that is no
reason why we shouldn't wear rubbers !"
IT PAYS TO
ADVERTISE!
A lady in a street car, about seven
months pregnant, sat down next to a man. She noticed him smiling, and being
humiliated, she promptly changed her seat. This time his smile changed to a
grin. She changed her seat again and he seemed more amused. When for the fourth
time she changed her seat, he burst out laughing. She could bear it no longer
and complained to the conductor who had the man arrested. Later, at the police
station the Judge asked the man why he had insulted the lady by laughing at her
condition.
"Well, your Honor, it was like this. When
the young lady sat clown beside me I could not help but notice her condition and
she sat under a sign which read: 'Use Sloan's Liniment To Reduce That Swelling.'
That made me smile. Then she placed herself under a sign which read: " Gold Dust
Twins Are Coming.' This made me grin. Then she placed herself under a sign which
read : ' Williams' Stick Did The Trick' and I could hardly hold myself. But when
she moved for the fourth time and sat below a sign which read: 'Goodyear Rubber
Would Have Prevented This Accident' I just laughed out loud."'
"Case dismissed," said the
Judge.
Oh picture a girl with plenty of
zip,
And when in a sweater she's a pip,
With
long slender legs and generous curves,
A gal who can do things to upset one's
nerves.
Just such a gal was Rosie
McQueen,
Who came to the city when she was
eighteen,
To work in an office for fifteen a
week,
And see what adventure a career girl
might seek.
Her first day at work was one of
delight,
She dated her boss the very first night.
He met her at seven, they dined and they wined,
They hit all the night spots her boss had
in mind.
At three in the morning, with Rosie quite
gay,
To her apartment they tip-toed their way.
They sat together on Rosie's
settee
And she didn't mind his hand on her
knee.
He kissed her and then little Rosie cared
less,
And gently his hand stole under her dress.
JAGGED EDGE DENOTES SOME ONE TORE OFF A
PIECE
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STATISTICS
The 1940 census reveals there are
130,000,000 people in the United States and half of these people are females. Of
this number three-eighths are married.
The average length of menstruation is
five days out of 30 which means one-sixth of the 24,000,000 are temporarily
out of service, but the marriage statistics prove that at least one-half of the
married people have sexual intercourse during this period, notwithstanding the
temporary inconvenience. This eliminates one-twentieth or
2,025,000.
Next, assuming approximately one-fourth
of this amount, ''just aren't in the mood," I've been washing, ironing, etc., we
subtract 5,569,000.
The average length of the penis during an
erection is five inches. The length of the stroke during the act is four inches.
While non-exhaustive studies have been made, married men generally agree that
about 75 strokes are required to culminate the act. Multiplying by 4 indicates
300 inches are inserted in the vaginal tract during the act; again multiplying
300 by 16,706,000 gives us 5,011,800,000 inches inserted during the 24 hour
period.
Dividing this amount by 63,000 (number of
inches in a mile) gives us the miles of penis which are inserted during a 24
hour period. Seventy nine thousand miles divided by 24 hours gives us the miles
per hour or a rate of insertion of 3,295 miles per hour.
In other words, here are the statistical
facts for you to ponder over: MORE THAN 3,000 MILES OF PENIS ARE SLIPPED IN AND
OUT EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY-ARE YOU GETTING YOUR SHARE?
CHINESE DETECTIVE
A Chinese, believing his wife to be
practicing duplicity, employed a Chinese detective to watch his wife and report
to him. The detective reported as follows:
You leave house.
Man knock on door.
Man go in house.
Man and woman leave house.
Man and woman go to railroad
station.
I go to railroad station,
Man and woman get on
train.
I get on train.
Man and woman get off
train.
I get off train.
Man and woman go in hotel.
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I no go in hotel I climb tree outside
hotel.
He undress she.
She undress he.
He play with she.
She play with he.
I play with me.
I fall out of tree.
I NO SEE!
A PIPE STORY
A tramp once by a window
passed
And heard a maiden's voice Speak to a man
and the things she said
To him seemed rather
choice.
"Don't push so hard," she said to
him,
"Don't jab around that way, You get them
right together
Then push easy when I say
There, it's out again it slips
They don't fit just right, If the thing
goes in straight you see
It will fit quite snug and
tight.
But the end seems a bit too
big,
Perhaps the hole's too small. But if you
twist and push that way,
It won't go in at all.
Now let me fix it right this
time,
When I say go, you press. There, easy
now, or it'll slip
And make an awful mess.''
The tramp could stand it no
longer
So to peep in he strove, And saw the
maiden and the man
Pitting stove-pipes on the
stove.
BEER DRINKERS
Two old maids sat down at a bar and
ordered some beer. The bartender asked what kind.
"Budweiser, please.''
"Two Buds at the bar," yelled the
bartender to his assistant.
One old maid turned to the other and
said, "It's a good thing we didn't order Country Club."
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PASSING OF THE POT
As far back in childhood
As memory can go, A household vessel
greets me
That wasn't meant for
show.
Beneath the bed 'twas anchored, Where
very few could see,
But served the entire family With equal
privacy.
Some called the critter, "Peggy" And some
the "Thunder Bug,"
Others called it "Badger" And a few
called it a jug.
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt.
But Heaven help the person Who had to
tote it out.
Our big one was enormous And could
accommodate
A watermelon party
Composed of "six or
eight."
When nights were dark and
rainy,
It was a useful urn, And on icy winter
mornings,
The cold it seemed to
burn.
At times when things were rushing, Each
took his turn awaiting,
And did the best he could To stave off
'vacuating.
Sometimes when in a hurry, To our disgust
and shame,
We fumbled in the darkness
And found we'd missed our
aim.
The special one for company Was decorated
well,
But just the same it rendered That same
familiar smell.
Today our modernism
Believes us of a lot And only in our
vision
Do I see that homely
"Pot."
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WHAT'S YOURS
A soldier picked up a good looking dame
on the street and took her into a bar and said, "What do you drink, beer or
champagne?"
She replied, "Oh, I think I would prefer
champagne. When I drink champagne my head gets all bubbly, and I have the
loveliest thoughts and day dreams. I dream that I am lying in the nude on the
soft warm sands of a jewel-like island. As I recline there in blissful content,
I see a tall, handsome man approach from down the beach. He comes and kneels by
my side. He gazes into my eyes and his hands caress my body. Later much later,
he walks out into the sea, only to reappear with huge shells filled with
beautiful pearls. These he pours over my quivering body, creating a sensation
divine. . . . When I drink beer I fart!"
KILL THEM WITH
KINDNESS
A woman went to a lawyer and asked him to
get her a divorce because her husband was always coming home
drunk.
"Do you bawl him out when he comes home
in that condition?" asked the lawyer.
"Yes, I do," replied the
woman.
"Well, I don't like to lose a divorce fee
but have you ever tried being tender and loving with him? If you treat him with
respect it's possible he might quit his drinking."
The wife thought this over for awhile and
that night when her husband staggered in, she met him with open arms and gently
led him to the davenport. There she was very tender with him and finally when it
reached 4:00 o'clock in the morning, she said, "Don't you think we ought to go
to bed, honey?"
"Might as well," replied the souse. "I'm
going to catch Hell when I get home anyhow."
PICK-UP
A young man picked up a beautiful girl at
a bar and took her for a car ride one evening. Biding along in the early dusk
she said, "Way me."
He turned the car around and drove back
to town where he found a scale in front of a cigar store and there weighed
her.
Again he drove out in the country and
again she said, "Way me, honey.''
He patiently took her back to town and
weighed her. Then he returned to joy-riding in the country where she said, "Way
me, honey, I wove you so !''
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TRADING WITH A
FARMER
Sixteen year old Gracie was riding along
a dusty country road on her bicycle one summer afternoon when her bicycle broke
down. Gracie was a long way from town so she pushed her bicycle into a farmer's
yard and asked him if he could fix it.
"Well, I don't know nothing about
bicycles and if I did I wouldn't have the proper tools to work with but you're a
long way from home so I'll see what I can do."
After working several hours the farmer
had the bike working well enough to get Gracie home.
"Now, Mister, I suppose I should have
told you before but I haven't any money," said Gracie. "But if you'll come out
behind the haystack I'll pay you."
A couple of weeks later the farmer was
haled into court. The Judge asked him if he was the farmer who had fixed the
girl's bicycle.
"Yes, your Honor, I am. But just a
minute, let me explain. The other day this young lady pushed her broken-down
bicycle into the yard and asked me to fix it. I told her I didn't know anything
about bicycles and I didn't have the proper tools if I did know, but I would try
to help her out. Your Honor, after I worked several hours and had fixed her bike
so it would run she told me she didn't have any money but if I'd go out behind
the haystack with her she would pay me. We went out behind the haystack and she
took off her pants. I tried them on and they didn't fit so I kept the
bicycle."
THOUGHTFUL WIFE
A man working away from home sent his
wife the following message:
Please send me five dollars. I need some
toothpaste and stuff.
Two days later he received a letter
containing twenty-five cents and a note saying:
Here is the money for the toothpaste. Get
the "stuff" when you get home.
DICKEY-BIRD
A little bird flew up on a wire beside a
lady bird.
Little bird: "Hello."
Lady bird: "Hello."
Little bird: "Are you married
?''
Lady bird: "Unhuh."
Little bird : ''Would you cheat a little
?''
Lady bird: "No, but I'd hold still while
you did!"
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I'm tired of whiskey,
I 'm tired of gin, I'm tired of
virtue,
I'm tired of sin. I 'm tired of pork
chops,
I'm tired of steak When I have a
chill
I'm too tired to shake. I'm tired of
depression,
I'm tired of luck; I had a date last
night
And was too tired to - - -
-
GENTLEMEN, I'M TIRED!
THREE LITTLE PIGS
Three little pigs were haled into
court.
"What are you guilty of?" asked the Judge
of the first little pig.
"Making bubbles in the mud," was the
reply.
The Judge thought to himself, "That's no
crime." Then said, "Case dismissed."
"What are you guilty of?" asked the Judge
of the second little pig.
'' Making bubbles in the
mud.''
"Case dismissed," repeated the
Judge.
"What are you guilty of" asked the Judge
of the third little pig.
"I'm Bubbles."
A BOY'S BEST FRIEND
A little boy went across town one day to
visit a friend whose dog had a litter of puppies. When he was ready to leave the
friend gave him one of the puppies.
The boy started to get on a streetcar to
go home but the conductor said, "Sorry, sonny, dogs aren't allowed on
streetcars. "
The next streetcar that came along the
boy stuck the dog down inside the bib of his overalls and calmly handed the
conductor a dime. The boy marched down the aisle and sat down beside an elderly
lady. He rode several blocks and then started to squirm.
"Young man, is something the trouble?"
asked the lady.
"No, Ma'am."
"Then what are you squirming for? Come
on, you can tell
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me. I've a little boy at home just about
your age and he tells me lots of things.''
Then the boy told how he had acquired the
puppy and how the other conductor hadn't let him on the
streetcar so he had smuggled the pup on this streetcar by
hiding him in the front of his overalls. All during his story the
boy had continued to squirm first this way and
that.
"What's the matter, isn't the puppy
house-broke?" "Well, I don't know if he's house-broke or not but I
don't think he's weaned
!"
GIRLS
I like the girls who do,
I admire the girls who don't,
I hate the
girls who say they will,
But when the time comes they won't.
But
the girls I like the best of all,
And I think you'll say I'm right,
Are the ones who say they never will
But just for me they
might.
GIRLS, TAKE WARNING
A young married couple, who believed in
twin beds, went to bed one night. Shortly after the lights were out the husband
said, "Honey, come over and sleep with me for awhile."
His wife crawled out and started to cross
to his bed when she stumbled on the rug in the darkness.
"What's the matter, did you hurt your
itsie-bitsie-tootsies?"
After the proper time had elapsed the
wife started to cross back to her own bed and again she stumbled in the
darkness. The husband said, "What's the matter; can't you pick up your goddamn
feet?"
EASY MONEY
A deer was trotting through the forest,
when another deer says, "Where ya goin'?"
First deer: "I'm going to see if I can
make a little doe."
Second deer: "Do ya mind if I come
along?"
First deer: "No, come on."
Soon they met a fawn. Says she, "Where
you boys going?"
Says they: "We wanta make a little
doe."
Says she: "Do you mind if I come along? I
might make a couple of bucks myself.''
So between them they became rich and
lived happily ever afterwards.
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THE CAVIAR SONG
Sung to the Tune of "Reuben, Reuben, I've
Been Thinking"
Caviar comes from the virgin sturgeon
;
Virgin sturgeon's very fine fish.
Virgin
sturgeon needs no urgin',
That's why caviar is my
dish.
Shad roe comes from the harlot
shadfish;
Shadfish face a very sad fate.
A pregnant
shadfish is a sad fish
She got that way without a
mate.
Oysters are pro-lif-ic
bi-valves;
They have young ones in the shell.
How
they diddle is a riddle,
But they do, so what the
Hell?
The green sea turtle's mate is
happy
With her lover's winning ways.
First he
grips her with his flipper,
Then he grips and flips for
days.
The lady clam is
op-ti-mis-tic;
Shoots her eggs out in the sea,
Hopes her
suiter, as a shooter,
Hits the selfsame spot as
she.
Give a thought to the canny
codfish;
Ever there when duty calls.
The female
codfish is an odd fish
From them, too, come codfish
balls.
The trout is but a little
salmon,
Just half grown and minus scale;
Yet the
trout, e'en like the salmon,
Can't get on without it's
tail.
Lucky critters are the
crayfish
When for offspring they essay,
Yes, my
hearties, they have parties
In the good old-fashioned
way.
I fed caviar to my girl
friend;
She was a virgin, tried and true,
Now
that virgin needs no urgin'
There ain't nothing she won't
do.
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ODE TO A BED PAN
While recovering from an
illness
I was terribly annoyed, For a toilet was
denied me,
And a bed-pan was employed. I much
preferred a thunder-bug
But the nurse just shook her head And
said, "You're much too weak
To think of getting out of bed." My
experience with a bed-pan
On this day made me quail, And I have
been prevailed upon
To tell this harrowing
tale.
In the wee small hours of the
morning,
Before the break of day, Came a warning I
could
Neither ignore nor delay. The nurse
brought in the bed-pan
And slipped it under my back-side, While
chills ran up and down my spine
As the cold thing touched my hide. I
slipped back on my shoulders,
Soon my legs grew stiff and numb, The
odds were all in favor
I'd die before 'twould
come.
In this upside-down
position
The leverage wasn't there, But with a
little effort,
I passed a little air. And when at last I
got results,
Then I grew faint with dread, I wondered
if I'd hit the pan
Or piled it in the bed. While my heart
was weakly fluttering,
I felt with cautious care, And with a
sigh of satisfaction
Discovered nothing there.
My troubles were not over
As I soon was to find. For how could I
maneuver
To wipe the place behind? The muscles in
my neck bulged out
As I stood upon my head,
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I made a few wild passes
And fell weakly on the bed. With patience
I continued
Regardless of the pain
For modesty
prevented me
From leaving any stain.
I had no more than
finished
This Herculean feat,
Than I became aware
of
Something slick-like on the sheet.
Cold
sweat was beaded on my brow
As I slowly raised my gown
And there upon
the spotless sheet
Was a hideous spot of brown,
So the law
of gravitation
Has proven sure as fate,
That you cannot
stand upon your head
When you evacuate.
'Twas then I raised a fervent
prayer
As a soul in anguish can,
For someone to
improve upon
The Medieval Pan.
Sick folks so often get
worse,
And I know why,
The bed-pan is the rack
on
Which they're tortured till they die.
There's a fortune for some genius
Who'll invent some kind of diaper,
Or
back-adjusting thunder-mug
With an automatic wiper.
SPRING FEVER
It was spring and Ferdinand was happy. He
was being brought down to spring pasture from the hills, where he had spent the
winter. Far away, idling under the trees, Ferdinand saw many young heifers, and
being unable to restrain himself, broke into a lumbering gallop. Faster and
faster he went, and at last he jumped gracefully over the high fence bordering
the pasture wherein the lights of his life were expectantly waiting. Suddenly he
stopped short, shook Ms head in resignation and began to graze.
After a while one of the older cows
approached him and mooed, "Aren't you Ferdinand, the bull?"
"No, I'm just Ferdinand now. I didn't see
the top wire on the fence!"
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DON'T BE MISLED
He tried me on the sofa,
He tried me on the chair,
He tried me on
the window sill
But couldn't get it there.
He tried me
lying on the couch,
I stood against the wall,
I even sat upon
the floor,
It wouldn't work at all.
He tried it this
way and that way,
Oh, how I did laugh
To see how many ways
he tried
To take my photograph.
CLASSY CHASSY
A snappy-eyed brunette, who had plenty of
curves in all the right places, got onto a crowded streetcar one day. No seats
were empty so she stood in the aisle hanging to a strap for several blocks.
Finally, she said to a young man sitting in a seat near her, "Young man, would
you get up and let a pregnant lady sit down ?''
The young man hastily jumped to his feet.
"I beg your pardon, Ma'am," he said. "Sit down."
The young man now stood in the aisle
covertly watching the charming maid who occupied his seat. At last he could
restrain himself no longer and asked, "Pardon me, but if it isn't too personal a
question, just how long have you been pregnant?"
"About fifteen minutes, and boy am I
tired!"
ALWAYS HELP YOUR
SON
A twelve year old boy entered his home
one afternoon and ran to his mother, shouting, "Mother, I've been having
fun."
"What have you been doing?" smiled the
indulgent mother.
"I've been playing with the neighbor girl
and mother, I did it to her!"
"Sonny," wailed the horrified mother.
"Shame on you. Don't you dare do that again. You march right up those stairs and
go to bed and all you can have for supper is two cookies."
The following afternoon the boy again
visited the neighbors. On his return he said, "Mother, I did it
again."
His mother again sent him to bed with
only a couple of cookies for his supper. That evening when her husband came home
from work she told him of their son's misbehaving. Hubby ran to the kitchen and
grabbed a heavy iron skillet.
"Darling, you aren't going to spank him
with that?"
"Hell no, I'm going to fry him some eggs;
he can't live on two cookies and do that every day."
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THE PERSIAN CAT
A Persian kitty, perfumed and
fair,
Strayed through the kitchen door for
air;
When a Tom Cat, lean, lank and strong
And
dirty and yellow, came along.
He sniffed at the perfumed Persian cat,
As she strutted about with much eclat,
And thinking a bit of time to
pass,
He whispered, "Kiddo, you've sure got
class.''
"That's fitting and proper," was her
reply.
As she arched the whiskers over her eye.
"I'm ribboned. I sleep on a pillow of silk,
And daily they bathe me in certified
milk.''
"We're never contented with what we've
got,
I try to be happy; but I'm not.
And I
should be joyful I should indeed,
For I certainly am highly
pedigreed."
"Cheer up," said the Tom Cat with a
smile, And trust your new friend for awhile;
You need to escape from your backyard
fence, "My dear, all you lack is experience."
New joys of living he then
unfurled,
As he told her tales of the outside
world,
Suggesting at last, with a luring laugh,
A trip for two down the "Primrose Path."
The morning after the night
before,
The "Cat" came back at the hour of
four,
And the look in her innocent eyes had
went, And a smile on her face was a smile of content.
And in after days when the children
came,
To the scented Persian kitty of fame,
They weren't Persian they were black and tan,
And she told them their Pa was a
traveling man.
LOSING TECHNIQUE
"Both officers and men have become
accustomed to bribing hungry, European girls with chocolate bars and cigarettes
so that shortly they will have no technique (in love making) at all."
Anonymous Army nurse in a letter to London Stars and Stripes, as reported by
NEWSWEEK.
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A HOLMES COUNTY FAIR
Now all of you men and you maidens give
heed,
I'll tell you a very strange story
indeed.
The story of Jacob the Amisher man
And Tillie the pride of the Amisher Clan.
The Amisher folk are a people most odd,
They worship a stern and particular God;
They think that He's pleased by their fashion of dress,
Their suits are all sober and much out of
press.
Their hair in long ringlets hangs down to their ears
For they hold it a sin to use razor or
shears.
The Amish are strange and fanatical folks
Who frown upon gaiety, laughter and
jokes.
Their young folks they watch with discipline stern
To restrain all their wants they must
very soon learn.
No parties or rides, and no liquor or song,
The poor dears are guarded too well to go
wrong.
But one pleasant custom they leave them instead,
The Amisher young do their courting in
bed.
But even this joy with much anguish is mixed,
For always their nighties are most
carefully fixed.
And when the young spooners are put into bed,
Their nighties are sewed with the
strongest of thread.
Sewed collar and bottom, and won't come
undone,
And though the warm petting may be lots
of fun,
No more from the young folks is ever expected
Through flannelette nighties they can't
get connected.
And then in the morning, the old folks with care
Examine the stitches to see they're still
there.
It's thought that the warmth of each thwarted caress
Trains the petters their fleshly desires
to suppress.
It is "bundling" they call this deplorable game;
For my part I call it a hell of a shame.
Now Jacob was bundling with Tillie each night,
And his life was a mixture of pain and
delight.
For Tillie, his loved and adorable one,
Was prim and sedate, but had "it" by the
ton.
That baby had dimples and pouting red lips,
And cute little bosoms, and free-wheeling
hips.
A model of pious propriety; but
She carried herself with a swing and a
strut.
And bundling with Tillie, so tempting and sweet,
Would make old Saint Anthony feel
indiscreet.
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And so when poor Jacob on Tillie did
call,
From grappling and panting he slept not
at all.
Now could the poor boy remain wholly at ease,
When he felt the soft dig of her nipples
and knees ?
The youth his initials would bite in her neck,
And rise in the morning an absolute
wreck.
And Tillie, poor maiden, got quivery nerves
When Jacob caressed her posterior curves.
And though for art Amisher Maid it seemed flighty,
She longed to be married and rid of the
nightie.
But the old people placid, resisted youth's fires,
They said, "Let them learn to control
their desires."
Such a thing as a wedding should never be
hurried,
We bundled three years before we were
married.''
Jacob grew nervous and jumpy and pale,
And lost his cheeks and his appetite
hale,
And Jacob's poor soul in a struggle was torn,
Until he wished and he wished he'd never
been born,
And thought of the preacher and all his behests,
But also he thought of Tillie's fair
breasts.
He thought of the rapture he'd have misbehaving,
He thought of the pleasure his passion
was craving,
He pondered on Heaven; but then thought with sighs
Of a much looser Heaven between Tillie's
thighs.
Then spoke this desperate Amisher man,
"Church or no church, I've stood all that
I can."
And so the next time that abundling he went
He was armed with a wicked and evil
intent.
And that he might better accomplish his sin,
Was armed with sharp scissors tied next
to his skin.
That night Tillie's mother, with needle and thread,
Made daughter and Jacob all safe for
their bed,
And when their nighties were properly sewed,
Downstairs to her husband the old lady
strode.
To nod by the fire while the young folks above
Indulged in their incomplete Amisher
love.
They clung and they kissed and they
kissed and they clung,
These bundles of famished Amisher young.
And then Jake kissed Tillie, and when lip
did meet lip,
The scissors came out and the scissors
went "snip."
Now down from the bedroom there suddenly
beat
A blast of most torrid and withering heat,
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Then chuckled father, while mopping his
face,
"With Jacob here bundling, he heats up
the place."
Now what's the commotion that causes to rock
The house like an earthquake, with shock
upon shock?
What causes the bedstead to reel and to lurch,
That's Tillie and Jacob deserting the
church!
Wildly, the parents, upsetting their chairs,
In wrath and in anguish they sprinted
upstairs.
They ran and they shouted, but sad to relate,
They found they'd arrived altogether too
late.
Jacob had gone through the window Hell-bent
And had taken the pane and sash as he
went.
And Tillie, well Tillie looked mussed and amazed
And naughty and naked and happy and
dazed.
And father grabbed up with a curse and a roar
Two nighties, cut bottom to top, from the
floor,
A stern rigid folk are the Amisher race,
They think peccadilloes a lasting
disgrace.
They wouldn't let Tillie with Jacob be wed,
They wanted to see him be punished
instead.
They prayed the Lord's vengeance on Jacob and then
When His vengeance tarried, they sought
that of men.
But ever the Amish are peaceful and mild,
Their tenents forbid any violence wild.
And since to a shotgun they couldn't resort,
They sued the offender and haled him to
court,
They charged him with riot, seduction and rape,
With breaking the window in a midnight
escape,
Indecent exposure, disturbing the peace,
And causing their daughter's menstruation
to cease.
The court heard the witnesses, one after one,
Tell mean things of Jacob and things he
had done,
The medical evidence plainly displayed
That Jake had left Tillie no longer a
maid.
But Tillie said frankly she needed no urgin'
When Jacob had made her a used-to-be
virgin.
And then his grave Honor, the while that
his eye
Held a twinkle not wholly judicial, but
sly,
Said, "It seems to the court this is not
a clear case
Of rape by a rude and unwelcomed embrace.
But still the defendant is not wholly
blameless
Of conduct at once unbecoming and
shameless.
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"You're aware, Jake you've done what you
really should not?"
'Yes, Judge," said Jake. "But I got
pretty hot.''
The Judge, with his gravity, fought down a smile,
And when he had decently pondered awhile,
"It appears," said the court, with judicial oration,
"That herein are creatures of great
provocation.
How Jake, being a man, could ever resist,
The Court doesn't see, so the case is
dismissed."
"But," here the Judge paused and rapped loud with his
gavel,
"Since Tillie will seemingly soon be in
travail,
The Court makes this order, which all must obey,
That Tillie and Jacob be wedded this
day.''
And now the conclusion is happy and short,
The young folks were wed by decree of the
court,
Their rapture attaining the sanction of law,
And nightly disdaining, they sleep in the
raw.
A PLEASANT CALL
"Of course I love you," and she took off
her shoes.
"Yes, and we'll get married some day,"
and she took off her stockings.
"We'll have the sweetest little
bungalow," and she took off' her skirt.
"Tom, dear, why can't we marry in the
spring when the world is full of laughter?" and she took off her
slip.
"If you prefer the fall, I prefer it too,
because we are one, sweetheart," and she took off her brassiere.
"Tom honey, before we go any further,
tell me you love me," and she took off her panties and stood in all her
glory.
"Tom, I'm cold and wish to go to bed.
Goodnight," and she hung up the receiver.
THE FIRST HUNDRED YEARS ARE THE HARDEST
A young husband started to love up his
wife one night but she said, "Please don't, I'm so tired. I did a big washing
and ironing today, and besides the Ladies Aid meets here tomorrow at 2 :00
o'clock.''
"Oh, that's all right," answered the
husband, "if I'm not done then, I'll quit anyway."
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AN EDUCATED
HILL-BILLY
An old man and old lady from the hills of
Kentucky scrimped and saved all their lives so as to send their daughter to
college. They didn't have enough money to bring her home vacations so the
daughter had to stay the full four years. At the end of four years she came home
and threw her sheepskin diploma on the table.
"Wal, thar she is, Ma an' Pa but I'm
sorry to say I hain't a virgin no more."
"Oh Pa," moaned the old lady. "After all
our scrimping and saving she still says hain't."
Arise, you Stateside girl!
Unite.
Maintain the values for which we fight.
Lest low priced foreign sirens raze
The seduction standards of pre-war
days.
French girls can learn to love a
man
For a mere C-ration in a can. American
girls want more subtle wooing,
Wine, dine and dance or nothing
doing.
A pound of coffee is the price of
sin
With a German fraulein in bombed
Berlin,
A price-cut below the American way Of a
minimum ride in a sport coupe.
An English lass finds love just
dandy
If first she is wooed with a bar of
candy.
Our Stateside standards require at least
A diamond bracelet from the beast.
A mattress cover is standard
price
For Manila maids to be "awfully
nice."
American virtue must not
sink
Below the cost of a fur coat
mink.
In Japan a GI's fondest
hope
May be fulfilled for a bar of soap.
To
save face, all we stateside girls
Must hold virtue's fee at a string of
pearls.
Cheap foreign sex is a threat to
all
Who would maintain pride before their
fall.
Organize now, for honor's traditions
:
Wages; hours; and sleeping
conditions.
(Cpl. Charles M. Swart;
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POLITICAL SPEECH OF A PROMINENT WOMAN
TO THE WOMAN'S CLUB
We must have what man has. It may not be
very much, but we mean to have it. If we cannot get it without friction, then we
will have it with friction. If we cannot get it through our organization, then
we will get it through a combination, or both if necessary.
We refuse to be poked in the gallery any
longer, and insist on the floor of the house. We are willing to look up to the
men, but we don't want to be forced or held down without making a few motions of
our own. We want to hold up our end and show men our possibilities. Whenever
anything arises that will fill our expectations, nothing that comes up can be
too hard for us.
We women have always been interested in
good movements and will take any load that is given us. We are willing to work
under the men that have been above us in the past even to the point of
exhaustion, if necessary, but we are beginning to become disgusted with failings
and shortcomings.
Never when anything arose that required
our presence and attention have we failed to come, again and again, if the
occasion required, but too often have our hopes and strivings been met with
feeble performances which left us disappointed and unsatisfied. How often have
our efforts to push forward our ends been met in the house with the cry, ''Down
with the petticoats." Now I say "Up with the petticoats," and "Down with the
pants." Then shall we see things in their true light.
As long as women are split the way they
are, the men will always be on top.
CAT STORY No, 19862
A little boy had been out playing all
afternoon. When he came in the house his mother was terrified to see his face
severely scratched.
"Son, what have you been doing
f''
"I I I ain't gonna
tell."
"Son, you must tell me."
"I I I ain't gonna
tell."
Just then the boy's dad arrived home from
work and repeated the mother's query, "What have you been doing?"
"I _ I _ I ain't gonna
tell."
" I'll give you five dollars if you tell
me."
"I I I ain't gonna tell," repeated
the boy and made a hasty retreat to his bedroom. There, he stood in front of the
mirror gently fingering his scratches. "I guess it's nobody's business if I want
my cat to have kittens.''
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TOOL ROOM GIRL
My job is full of troubles, I will relate
a few,
Of most unpleasant things which I am
forced to do,
And if I wasn't naturally a virtuous
young miss,
I wouldn't have the nerve, my friend, to
ever mention this.
A dozen times in every day my modesty is
shocked,
And I'm thankful that the tool room is
most securely locked.
For the fellows crowd around it like a
bunch of crazy fools
And I'm very busy every minute handling all their
tools.
I do not mind such decent tools as
wrenches, drills and shears,
But the tools the fellows ask for make me red
behind the ears.
For the man repairing bearings comes and
asks to see my balls,
And I don't recover from the shock before another
calls,
They ask me for a raper drill and for a
bastard file,
And dirty things like bitch dogs which
makes my temper wild
They ask me for a female gauge, it almost
makes me wail,
When they know I've never learned to tell a female from a
male.
They ask for cocks to fit on pipes, for
counter bores and tits,
And when they ask me for a screw, it throws me into
fits.
For reamers to enlarge their holes (at
least that's what they say),
They ask me if I've any nuts a
dozen times a day.
One fellow finds his tool too short,
another much too long,
A third one finds his tool too weak, another his too
strong,
One asks if I can put him wise, he wants
some good tail stock,
Another wants a bunch of waste, to wipe a plumber's
cock.
The foreman, lookin' 'round one day for
tools to cut a slot,
Asked me to open up my drawers and show him what I've
got.
A dirty old machinist lugging 'round half
a jag,
Demanded that I give him a handful of my rag.
A fellow once came up to me, as I
returned from lunch,
And asked me thru the window, if I'd seen
his large prick punch.
Now such things as that annoy me, but I
never shall forget When that wretched millwright asked me if I'd had my monthly
yet.
I didn't know till later, that he meant
the monthly blank,
I gave him such a calling down he must think I'm a
crank,
I'm just a troubled female, as this must
plainly show,
A poor, hard working tool room girl who
isn't in the know.
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DISAPPOINTMENT
If she calls you to her bedroom
In the
wee hours of the night,
And through her half-closed eye-lids
You
detect a tell-tale light;
If her bosom heaves tumultuously,
Like
the tide upon the ocean,
And her voice is soft and tremulous
Betraying her emotion;
If her nostrils dilate
widely
With each panting, labored
breath,
And her shapely body trembles,
As might
one approaching death;
If she beseeches and implores
you,
As she grasps your trembling
hand,
To alleviate her suffering
The tortures of the damned Brother,
That's ASTHMA! ! !
CAR RIDE
If he parks his little
flivver
Down beside the moonlit
river
And you feel him all a quiver
BABY-------He's a wolf!
If he says you're gorgeous
lookin'
And your dark eyes set him
cookin'
But your eyes ain't where he's lookin'
BABY-------He's a wolf!
When he says that you're an eyeful
But
his hands begin to trifle
And his heart beats like a rifle
BABY-------He's a wolf!
If by chance when you're a kissin'
And
you feel his heart a missin'
And you talk but he won't listen,
BABY-------He's a wolf!
If his arms are strong as sinew
And he
stirs the gypsy in you
And you want him close agin' you
BABY------You're a wolf!
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JUST ONE MORE DRINK
I had 12 bottles of whiskey in my cellar,
and my wife told me to empty each and every bottle into the sink, or else, so I
said I would, and proceeded with the monstrous task.
I withdrew the cork from the first bottle
and poured the liquor down the sink, with the exception of 1 glass, which I
drank. I extracted the cork from the second and did likewise, with the exception
of 1 glass, which I drank.
Then I drew the cork from the third
bottle and emptied the good old booze down the sink, with the exception of one
bottle, which I drank. I pulled the cork from the fourth sink and poured the
bottle down the glass, which I drank. I pulled the sink out of the next glass
and poured the bottle down the cork, which I drank. I pulled the next bottle
from the cork and drank one sink of it and poured the rest down the glass. I
drew the next cork out of my throat, and poured the sink down the bottle and
drank the glass, then I corked the glass with the bottle, sinked the drink and
drank the pour.
When I had everything emptied out, I
steadied the house with one hand and counted the bottles and corks and glasses
with the other, which were 29 to be sure. I counted again when they came around
and I had 24, and as the house came by, I counted them all again, and finally I
had all the houses and sinks, and the corks, and the glasses counted, except one
house and one sink, which I drank.
REMEMBER WHEN
When me prayers were early said,
Who
tucked me in my widdle bed,
And spanked my ass 'till it was wead?
Me Mudder!
Who took me from me cozy
cot,
And put me on an ice cold pot,
Made me
pee if I could or not?
Me Mudder!
And when the morning light had come,
And
my widdle crib did dribble some,
Who wiped my widdle bun?
Me Mudder!
Who did my hair so neatly
part,
And press me gently to her
heart,
And sometimes squeeze me 'till I fart?
Me Mudder!
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PASSING FANCY
A little maiden passing
by,
A little winking of the eye,
A little
smile, a little date,
To meet when the hour is
late.
A little promise not to
tell,
A little room in some hotel,
A little
fussing in the chair,
A little mussing of the
hair,
A little drink, a fond caress,
A little
question answer yes.
A little shirtwaist laid
aside,
A little breast she tried to
hide.
A little hand that went a stealing,
A
pleasant funny little feeling.
A little coaxing, a little
teasing,
A form revealed that is very
pleasing.
A pair of panties, mostly
lace,
A little blush upon her face,
A little
shading of the light,
A little bed with sheets so
white.
A little loving in the
gloom,
A little sigh, a quiet room.
A pair of
lips so warm and wet,
A little whisper, "Please, not
yet."
A little pillow from the
head,
Slipped beneath the hips
instead,
A little effort to begin,
A little help
to get it in.
Two little arms that grip me
tight,
And then I ask, "Does it feel alright?"
She smiles and says it feels so good,
And
I reply I knew it would,
Two little legs how they entwine,
Two
happy eyes look into mine.
A little movement to and fro
A little
"ah," a little "oh."
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A little surge of something
hot,
A little whisper, "All you've
got."
Two little hearts beat as
one.
Two passionate lovers having
fun,
A little effort to repeat,
A little spot upon the sheet.
A little
show when we're through,
A little drink, maybe two.
A little sleep, and finally
then,
Breakfast in bed at half past ten.
A
little bill, a little tip,
The porter wishing a pleasant
trip.
A little weariness the nest
day,
Like most children after play,
A little
wish that you and I
May meet again by and by.
A soldier in camp received a letter from
his girl and it was so cute he wanted to show it around to some of the other
fellows, but couldn't because she signed it "Mother," so he wrote back and asked
why she had signed it so. She wrote back
M is for the many times you made
me,
O is for the other times you
tried;
T is for the tourist camps we stayed
in,
H is for the hell that's in your
eye;
E is for the everlasting
parties,
R is for the rat you've made of
me.
Put them all together, they spell
Mother,
And brother, that's what I'm about to
be.
The next day the soldier answered her
letter and returned her complaint by dedicating this song to her
F is for the
funny little letter,
A is for the answer to your note;
T is for your tearful
accusations,
H is for the hope that I'm the goat;
E is for the ease with which I
met you,
R is for the rube you thought I'd be.
Put them all together, they spell
Father,
But you're crazy if you think it's me.
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GUESSING STORIES
In any gathering or party, there are
always some who enjoy using their wits to get the hidden meaning from stories.
The following three stories have hidden meanings. The next time you are in a
party with your friends try these jokes on them and see if they can get the
point of the jokes.
A college student taking up the study of
phrenology (the study of the bumps of the head to see what that person is best
suited for in life) was attending class one day when the professor announced
that a visiting professor from another college would give a lecture on
phrenology that evening. The professor asked all the students to attend the
lecture as he would give a brief quiz on it the next day.
The student was in very much of a
quandry, as he had a date for the same evening. Finally, when he could not make
up his mind what to do, he called the girl friend and said, "Honey, I've got a
date with you this evening but I'm also supposed to attend a lecture on
phrenology, what'll I do?"
"That's easy," she replied. "Just flip a
coin!"
A large company called in all its sales
personnel to attend the annual banquet and sales meeting. During the banquet,
the toastmaster stood up and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, there are too many
here to introduce you individually so will you please turn to the neighbor on
your left and introduce yourself and then do the same with the neighbor on your
right? They in turn, will introduce themselves and in that way we'll get to know
each other and have a lot of fun.''
Two good looking young men were sitting
on each side of a very charming young lady. The first turned to her and said,
"My name is John but not St. John."
The other young fellow, not to be
outdone, said, "My name is Peter but not St. Peter."
The young lady smiled and acknowledged
each introduction and said, '' My name is Mary.''
A young man went to propose to his girl
friend one evening and she told Mm to "Go ask Father." He was telling her answer
to a friend of his the next day and this is the way he told it:
She knew that I knew that her father was
dead;
She knew that I knew what a life he had
led;
So she knew that I knew what she meant
when she said "
Go ask Father !"
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JONES ROW BOAT
There lived in a small town of Quebec two
brothers named Jones. One was married and the other the proud owner of a rather
dilapidated row boat; strangely enough the day John's wife died, his brother's
boat filled with water and sank in the lake.
A few days later a kindly old lady
approached Joe on the street and mistaking him for John said, '' Oh, Mr.
Jones, I am so sorry to hear of your great loss, you must feel
terrible."
Just then Joe broke in saying, "Well, I
am not so sorry one bit; she was a rotten old thing from the start. She smelled
like an old fish and the first time I got into her she made water faster than
anything you ever saw."
Here the old lady interrupted in a
shocked voice, saying, "Oh, Mr. Jones, you must not say that."
But Joe continued with, "She had a very
bad crack, kept getting bigger and bigger every time I got into her. I got so I
could handle her allright, but if anyone else got into her she would leak like
anything. The day it happened four chaps from the other end of town came down
looking for a good time and they asked me if I would rent her to them. Well,
anyway, I warned them that she had an awful crack. They said they didn't mind
and would take a whack at her, so they gave me a dollar for the use of her. The
result was the crazy fools all tried to get into her at the same time and it was
too much for her. She cracked up the back, split in the middle but" by this
time the old lady had fainted.
He grabbed me around my slender
neck;
I couldn't cry or scream.
He dragged me
to his dingy room,
Where we could not be
seen.
He tore away my flimsy
wrap,
And gazed upon my form.
I was cold, damp
and bare,
While he was hot and warm.
His fervent lips he pressed to
mine,
I gave him every drop.
He drained me of
my very self,
I couldn't make him stop.
He made me what I am
today;
That's why you find me here.
A broken
bottle, thrown away,
That once was filled with
BEER!
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ONLY A BOY
I remember the first time I tried it
I was only a kid of fifteen.
And even
though she was much younger than me,
She was far more composed and
serene.
It was out in the barn, I
remember,
At the close of a summer day,
And the
evening was scented with clover in bloom
And the fragrance of freshly mown hay.
I remember she made no
objection,
Showed no evidence of alarm,
For I loved
her, and she I am sure loved me
Since she first came to live on our farm.
I remember she moved a bit
closer,
And the touch of her body was
warm,
As my fingers moved awkwardly over her
throat,
While she nestled her head on my arm.
For her eyes seemed, I thought, to rebuke
me
For waiting for being afraid,
And even
old Nellie, our ancient plow horse,
Looked over her manger and
neighed.
Long later, I stood up,
uncertain
Of whether to stay or to run,
A-tingle
with pride, and yet shaken and awed
As I knew that, at last, it was
done.
I remember (it seemed hours
later),
How my heart hammered under my
blouse,
With the joy of a boy that's turned into
a man
As I made my way back to the house.
Twenty years have gone by since that
evening,
But I've never forgotten, I vow,
The
thrill and the joy that I felt as a boy
On that day when I first milked a
cow!
HEADLINE
KILROY DISCOVERED
Found in gas station pumping
Ethyl.
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CAMPAIGN ORATORY
There's a lot of agitation
Plenty of animation
And more of
disputation
Causing fear and
palpitation.
This is not imagination It will be a
realization,
If all this defamation
Comes to consummation,
Never was such rumination,
Nor so much of
cogitation,
Causing greater consternation
Over this
great habitation.
Why all this castigation
About each others'
reputation.
Casting down to degradation
As of evil
computation ?
Tis beyond imagination
In this, our Christian
Nation,
That men of elevation
Would add to our
tribulation.
COMPLAINT
Mr. Woolworth, I've got complaint About a
ten cent can of paint
My wife she bought from your damn store,
And now by gee, I'm Goddamn sore.
You see last week, spring she come,
And
everything was on the bum,
The wall and floor and windows too,
She
dirty like Hell, I'm telling you.
You see my wife she nice and neat
So she
buys paint for toilet seat,
For one whole week we watch with eye,
But
Goddamn paint won't get dry.
My wife she ain't tall, she kinda fat,
And you can see just where she sat,
She's got ring around
complete
Where she sat down on toilet
seat.
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I say to her, it serves you
right,
You try to be so Goddamn tight, You
always buy the cheapest paint,
It ain't no good, I say it
ain't.
My daughter she got ring
around
Where on toilet seat she too sat
down.
For one whole week we sat and wait 'Till
now we all got constipate,
My wife she cry and cry
But Goddamn paint she won't get
dry.
She got sister, her name
Marie,
She lives all time in house with
me,
Last night I look where she sat down,
But
gee, she too got ring around.
I try to wipe with
turpentine,
She yell like Hell, she lose her
mind,
I scared like her for most a
day,
The skin she off the paint she
stay.
I live long time, but never
see
A man what got so mad like me. Every time
I think of paint
I get so mad I almost
faint.
Now, Mr. Woolworth, I'm asking
you
What in Hell we gonna do ? How can house
be nice and neat
When paint won't dry on toilet
seat?
COULD BE
A young man, searching for a house of ill
repute, was directed to a street down by the river, When he got there he knocked
at the door of one of the houses. He asked the very good looking woman that came
to the door, "Is this one of those houses ?''
She smiled and said, "Could
be."
"Well, are you one of those
girls?"
Still smiling, she said, "Could
be."
'' Now listen here, young lady,
don't get smart! This COULD BE done by hand!"
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DICTIONARY OF LIFE
ADOLESCENCE An intermediate stage
between puberty and adultery.
ADULT One who is able.
ADULTERY Two wrong people doing the
right thing.
ALIMONY The screwing you get for the
screwing you got.
ANGEL A female spirit who probably
spends most of her time wishing she could swap her harp for an upright
organ.
ASSAULT The wrong man.
AVIATRIX A pilot who cannot fly upside
down without having a crack up or right side up without having a bust
up.
BABY A tube with a loud noise at one
end and complete lack of responsibility at the other.
BABY PACIFIER A bust in the
mouth.
BACHELOR (a) A man who has no children
to speak of. (b) A man who has done without marriage.
BATHROOM MENACE A man who had the
misfortune at a tender age to be circumcised by a cross-eyed
Rabbi.
BLACKOUT The reason a girl is apt to
get blown into maternity without even knowing who has the
responsibility.
BRASSIERE A device that makes mole
hills out of mountains and vice versa.
CANNIBAL A fellow who is apt to pass
his best friend.
CASTRATED DINOSAUR A colossal fossil
with a docile tassel.
CHIVALRY A man's inclination to protect
a woman against every man but himself.
COMPLICATED A confused situation that
makes it hard to get at the works.
COW A creature with four hanger-downers
four upper-standers two hookers and a swisher.
DANCING (a) A naval engagement without
loss of seamen, (b) Vertical intercourse, (c) Naval contact preceeding a depth
charge.
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DEADSTICK When the spirit is willing
but the flesh is weak.
DECOY A pipe in the pants
pocket.
DIVORCE What happens when two people
cannot stomach each other anymore.
DOCTOR A lucky fellow who is privileged
to undress women and go all over them without getting his face
slapped.
ENEMA A goose with a flush. EXPLORATION
Beating around the bush. FAIRY One who likes his vice-versa. FATHER'S DAY
Nine months before Labor Day.
FUTILITY Either a youngster who does
not know how, or an oldster who no longer can.
GLAMOR GIRL A much publicized young
lady who occasionally is full of "oomph" and frequently is full of other
things.
HORSESHOW A lot of horses showing their
asses to a lot of horses asses showing their horses.
HUSBAND What's left of sweetheart after
the nerve has been killed.
JUNGLE LOVE When one monkey monkeys
with another monkey's monkey.
KEPT WOMAN One who wears mink all day
and fox all night.
KIBITZER A fairy in a house of ill
repute.
KISS (a) Uptown advertising for
downtown business. (b) An upper persuasion for a lower invasion.
LESBIAN A panssy without a
stem.
LOUSY BASTARD A fellow who sits in
church and scratches while his parents get married.
LOVE (a) Two damn fools after each
other. (b) An itchy feeling in your heart you can't scratch. (c) A feeling that
brings Heaven down to earth and raises Hell.
MARRIAGE (a) A grossly public avowal of
a strictly private intention. (b) A funeral where you can smell your own
flowers.
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MASTURBATION A solo played on a private
organ.
MATERNITY DRESS A zoot suit with
a rape shape.
MINUTE MAN A fellow who double parks in
front of a house of ill repute.
MISTRESS Something between a Mister and
a mattress. NURSE A pan-handler.
OFFICE MONKEY A girl that hangs onto
her job by her tail.
OLD MAID A girl of advanced years who
has gone through life with no hits, no runs, no errors ...
presumably.
OLIVE Old maid's cherry turned green
with envy.
OUTDOOR GIRL One with the bloom of
youth on her cheeks and the cheeks of youth in her bloomers.
PAJAMAS Item of clothing that newly
weds place beside their bed in case of fire.
PAPOOSE Consolation prize for a chance
taken on an Indian blanket.
PASSION A feeling that you feel when
you feel you're going to feel a feeling you've never felt before.
PIMP A nooky-booky.
PREGNANCY A woman all swelled up over
her man's handiwork.
PRIVATE SECRETARY A stenographer who
never misses a period.
PROSTITUTE A busy-body.
PSYCHIATRIST One who tries to find out
if infants have more fun in infancy than adults in adultery.
RAPE (a) Seduction without
salesmanship. (b) An un-negotiated piece.
RHUMBA (a) What you wish you could do
in bed. (b) An asset to music.
SOB SISTER A girl who sits on your lap
and bawls and makes it hard for you as your business goes in the
hole.
SPRING FEVER When the iron in your
blood turns to lead in your pants.
STOOGE A driver on a double
date.
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STORK The bird that gets all the blame
and none of the fun.
SYMPATHY What one girl offers another
in exchange for all the lurid details.
TAXIDERMIST A man who mounts animals.
THEME SONG Sympathy in A Minor (Errol Flynn).
TRIPLETS Taking seriously what was
poked at you in fun.
TWINS Womb mates who eventually become
bosom pals. UNDERDOG A bitch.
VICE Anything you can enjoy that is bad
for you. VIRGIN One who has made an issue of her tissue.
VIRGINITY A bubble on the stream of
life that vanishes with the first prick.
VIRGIN SHEEP One that can run faster
than the sheep-herder.
WEAKLING A girl who means no but can't
say it.
WOLF A man who takes a sweater girl out
and tries to pull the wool over her eyes.
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were a happily
married couple. However, like all married couples, they had their spats.
Afterwards, for awhile it was always "Mr. Johnson" and "Mrs. Johnson." One
evening they had one of these eruptions just before going to bed.
Soon after retiring Mrs. Johnson said,
"Mr. Johnson, will you get your knee out of my back?"
"Mrs. Johnson, I'll have you know that
isn't my knee."
"What did you say, papa?"
This story took place in a picket line. A
young stenographer was crashing the line when she was jostled by one of the
pickets.
"Pardon me," he said sardonically. "I
thought you were my mother."
The stenographer looked at him and said,
"I couldn't be your mother, I'M married." '
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(Sing to the tune of
Suzanne)
Susanne was a lady with plenty of
class,
Who knocked 'em dead when she wiggled her
Eyes at the fellows as girls sometimes
do,
To make it quite plain that she wanted to
Take in a movie or go for a
sail,
And then hurry home for a nice piece of
Ice cream and cake or a slice of roast
duck,
For after each meal she was ready to
Go for a ride or a stroll on the dock,
With any young man with a sizeable
Roll of big bills and a pretty good
front,
And if he talked fast she would show him
her
Little pet dog who was subject to
fits,
And maybe she'd let him take hold of her
Little white hand with a movement so
quick,
Why she'd reach right out and tickle his
Chin while she showed him a trick learned
in France,
And ask the poor fellow to take off his
Coat while she sang "On the Mandalay
Shore,"
For whatever she was, Susanne was no bore.
A mother with three little rabbits, Lemon
Drop, Cough Drop, and Gum Drop, thought her youngsters were old enough to leave
the nest and investigate the world on their own. She told them to get out one
morning and see what the world was like but before they left she insisted they
be home by 9:00 o'clock that night. When 9:00 o'clock arrived, Cough Drop and
Gum Drop were home in their little nest but Lemon Drop hadn't returned.
Anxiously the mother rabbit paced around the nest, fretting about her tardy
offspring. 10 :00 o 'clock and 11:0) o'clock passed and finally at 12 :30 little
Lemon Drop came "gallumping'' "gallumping" into the nest.
"Lemon Drop, where have you
been?"
"Oh, Mama, I've been havin' the most fun.
And mama you can't call me your little Lemon Drop anymore. I'm your little
Horehound now.''
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WHAT'S IN: A NAME
The new mother was being visited by a
friend at the hospital.
''Have you decided on a name for your new
daughter?" asked the friend.
"Oh, I think I'll call her Opium,"
replied the mother.
"Why Opium?"
"Well, Opium comes from a wild poppy and
her poppy sure is wild!"
A conservative Tom Cat is one who puts a
little in the kitty each night.
One man had three wives; two of them had
it pretty soft.
Three drunks staggered up on the porch
late at night and knocked until the housewife came to the door.
"Is one of us your husban'?" asked one of
the drunks.
"Yes," replied the lady.
"Well, pick him out so the other two can
go home."
A man who had recently married a very
beautiful girl was visited by a friend. During the husband's absence the friend
propositioned the pretty wife and offered her money.
"No," she said. '"I wouldn't be untrue to
my husband." Each day, when opportunity offered, the friend kept raising the
ante till at last he had offered her a thousand dollars. "Alright," she
whispered.
"Just a minute," said the friend and left
the house to return a little later with a thousand dollars in his hand which he
gave the wife.
A little later the wife glanced out the
window to see her husband dashing up the walk. Fearfully she opened the door,
panic-stricken that she'd been caught.
"Has my friend been here," inquired the
husband? "Y y yes," replied his wife. "Did he give you some money?" asked the
husband. "Yes y yes," she answered.
"Thank god," breathed the husband with a
sigh of relief. He came down and borrowed a thousand dollars from me a little
while ago and said he'd give it to my wife."
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HERE
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Introduction
I hope the stories and poems you have
just read have given you many chuckles and hearty laughs. If you have enjoyed
them, I'm pleased.
After reading these stories, you
undoubtedly expect anything that follows to be slightly suggestive or
inflammatory. If you view the following article in that light, you will have an
understandable but erroneous attitude.
The article "How to Love or the Art of
Intercourse" should not be included with any collection of "party" stories.
However, I'd like the greatest number of persons possible to read and think
about this article, and I am taking this means to reach them. Many divorces are
caused by lack of this very knowledge. The article itself does not answer all
questions and is not intended to. Instead, it is intended to stimulate your
desire for more knowledge on the subject so you will continue |to explore other
books and fortify yourself with the proper information so that you can enjoy
married happiness.
Read "How to Love or the Art of
Intercourse" carefully. Not with immoral thoughts, but with the idea of gaining
some slight knowledge of life. Sex is not something to be discussed in back
alleys. Sex is one of the greatest motivating forces in the world, for good or
evil. It all depends on the attitude of the individual.
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How to Love or the Art of
Intercourse
If you are one of those prudish persons
who still cling to the narrow minded belief that sex is something which cannot
be discussed in a clean, sane manner, don't read this. However, if you recognize
the importance of sex and the vital part it plays in your life THIS WILL HELP
YOU AND YOUR WIFE.
Every man secretly thinks he is God's
gift to women. Nowhere is his vanity more apparent than in matters of sex and
intercourse; he is confident he always thrills and delights a woman. However, in
spite of this wonderful confidence in himself, physicians estimate that only one
man in ten understands how to perform the act of intercourse so the man and his
wife obtain maximum pleasure and mutual satisfaction. It is estimated that only
20 per cent of the married women have learned how to have successful
relationship with their husbands. The men know little or nothing about training
their wives. Most husbands and wives are not even frank enough to talk out their
problems and try to reach an adjustment. The sex problem must be solved before
the individual is free to pursue his other vocations.
Chief responsibility for success or
failure of the love act rests upon the husband. Many men are so selfish or
uninformed on sex that they give no consideration to the wife they obtain
satisfaction but ignore her needs, leaving her in a state of suspense and
tormented with desire. Even a selfish, uninformed husband, who thinks only of
his own pleasure, cannot obtain maximum satisfaction unless his wife cooperates
with him, and her cooperation is impossible if the act is distasteful to her.
Therefore, it behooves him to learn how to perform the act properly so he can
instruct her, and enable each to obtain the greatest amount of pleasure and
satisfaction.
The following is by Raymond File: "To be
really understood, to say what she likes, to utter her innermost thoughts in her
own way, to cast aside traditional conventions that gall and repress her, to
have someone near her with whom she can be quite frank, and yet know that not a
syllable of what she says will be misinterpreted or mistaken, but rather felt
just as she feels it Oh, how wonderfully sweet is this to every woman, and how
few men are there who can give it to her."
ADVICE TO WIVES
A wife must realize there is an actual
need for sex love and that it is not something which debases her mentally or
spiritually. Proper consummation of intercourse elevates both husband and wife
to their highest mental and physical plane. Some women, due to foolish
and prudish beliefs taught them during
childhood, think it is base and immodest to show signs of passion and sexual
desire. They make an effort to stifle natural desires; they passively acquiesce
to the husband instead of fully cooperating so each can obtain the mental and
physical thrill they should enjoy. This type of woman will often carry her
absurd ideas
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so far in suppressing her sex craving
that she finally becomes hysterical, morose, nagging or suffers from physical
disorders which endanger her health. There is no excuse for any woman clinging
to such ridiculous beliefs regarding sex and the love act. Intelligent women
know that intercourse has a vital bearing on the happiness of every married
couple. When the act is not satisfactory, the smart wife will find out what was
wrong; she has probably heard other women comment on its delights, and should be
anxious to obtain the pleasure she feels is due her. Accurate, helpful
information may be obtained by reading, or consulting physicians who have given
the sex problem deep study. If normal couples had intercourse only when they
wanted to bring children into the world, it would mean stifling natural sexual
impulses until they were no longer normal, and therefore they would be unfit as
parents. No joy approaches that of the ecstatic wedded embrace in the
culmination of the love act. It is spiritual, mental and physical blending of
two beings. To achieve this delightful state, the wife must give her fullest
cooperation, her active and unrestrained response during intercourse. She should
never hesitate to discard innate reserve. She should thrill her husband with
passionate caresses and seductive postures during the preliminary wooing; she
should give herself unreservedly to him during the love act and tell him by
words and actions that he is making her deliriously happy and thrilling her
beyond description. She should study him and determine what inflames him to the
highest degree of passion.
Shouldn't a wife, who loves her husband
and wants to make him happy, give thought to making herself desirable and
transporting him to new and dizzier emotional heights during intercourse? The
wife should never be timid in asking her husband to perform the love act if she
is passionate and desirous. It will please him to be asked to grant sexual
favors. Half the pleasure a man derives from intercourse is that of thrilling
his wife. The considerate husband will ask if she is enjoying it; whether he can
do anything to intensify her pleasure. If for some unusual reason, she fails to
enjoy it, she should not let him know it. A wife is justified in pretending she
has had a wonderful orgasm and was intensely thrilled by her husband's efforts.
It adds to his happiness to think he gave her exquisite pleasure. She can easily
make her husband think she has reached a climax if she clutches him to her
frantically, crushes her lips to his and murmurs passionate endearments at the
height of the love act. If her husband is always considerate of her, she should
not hesitate in simulating passion, even though she may not be in the mood at
the moment. She should never be hesitant in telling him what gives her the
keenest sensations. She should tell him what sexual movements produce the most
exquisite delight. She should tell him what she prefers to have him do just as
she approaches and as she reaches the climax. If she is frank in telling him
these things, it assists the husband in performing the act. Husband and wife
ought to experiment with the different positions in which the act can be
performed until they find which one is most suitable. Any position is perfectly
proper if it is productive of the desired effect. Some women can have an orgasm
only when they are above their husbands, and making the movements. Others cannot
obtain results unless the husband approaches from behind. It all depends on the
persons engaged in the act.
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Women also vary greatly in the number of times they can reach a climax. Some
extremely high-sexed women will reach it but once. Others will have several
successive orgasms, with their passions mounting after each climax. There is
nothing abnormal about a woman who "comes" six or eight times during
intercourse.
In the wooing prior to intercourse, she
should respond actively to her husband's advances kissing and caressing him
possibly fondling his penis and doing everything she can that will inflame him.
She should cultivate muscular agility inside her vagina. With a little practice
she can develop her ability to manipulate with these muscles. It is an exquisite
sensation when the husband can feel her vagina open and contract on his penis.
This skill also intensifies the pleasure of the wife.
She should not stop her movements at the
climax until her husband has indicated that he is finished. At the apex of the
climax the wife should do her utmost to create excessive friction against the
husband's penis.
Although the wife should be wary of being
seen entirely nude, she should always discard all clothing during intercourse,
as the greatest pleasure is obtained through the sensory nerves of the skin.
There is nothing immodest in discarding all clothing during intercourse. Husband
and wife should have the privilege of embracing without
restrictions.
They should respect each other's desire
for privacy, and not rush in upon one another unannounced. There are times when
every person likes privacy. Human beings have elaborated upon the sexual act,
and made it a more polished performance than that of the animals. Hence, no act
should be committed reminiscent of force.
DEGREES OF PASSION
Most women enjoy intercourse two or three
times a week just before, during and after the menstrual period. They may
desire it more often. Some women become passionate as soon as they are kissed or
caressed, but most wives must be wooed before their desire is aroused. If they
have not experienced intercourse for a long time, they will respond very
quickly. It is a well known fact that a woman can stand a great deal of
intercourse without being injured in any way. She is almost invariably benefited
mentally and physically if she indulges with moderate frequency and obtains
satisfaction.
Some men try to repress their desires
because they think it weakens them to emit semen. They also think a "wet" dream
is a sign of weakness and injurious. Both of these beliefs are entirely false,
but many unscrupulous doctors prey on uninformed men who cling to these beliefs.
After a long period of repression, most men cannot restrain themselves, and.
come to a climax quickly the first time they experience intercourse. However,
they can repeat the act two or three times within the hour. A wife must
understand that this is a natural condition. She should be prepared for him to
reach a climax quickly and reduce his nervous tension. Then he will obtain
another erection later and can carry out his part of the act deliberately, so
that each derives satisfaction.
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SIZE OF ORGANS
Men's penis vary in size and shape. Some
are short and thick; some long and thin; others quite long and thick; some very
short and quite thin. They vary in diameter from one inch to about two and
one-half inches. The average penis is about six inches long; less than that
would be considered small. Over six inches up to seven and one-half inches is a
large penis.
Most women prefer a large penis, but a
man who understands the art of intercourse can satisfy his wife regardless of
the size of his penis or whether her vagina is large or small. A man with a very
small penis can give his wife pleasure, even though her vagina is spacious, if
he handles his organ skillfully. Except in extremely rare cases, any average
woman can accommodate her husband regardless of the size of his penis. The chief
difficulty encountered is in the case where the husband has an extremely large
penis, and his wife is rather small, if he attempts to insert the organ before
she is properly lubricated.
If the insertion gives pain even after
lubrication, they should try different positions until one is found that is
mutually comfortable. If his penis is small and her vagina large, they must
experiment to obtain good results. If the wife will insert his penis, then clasp
her legs together, the husband on top and astride both her legs, friction is
possible. Most men naturally prefer a small, tight vagina, as the woman can give
Mm greater pleasure with greater friction. Most women do not have a small
vagina. The wife should try to keep her vagina as tight as possible during
intercourse. Most women can, with practice, contract the vagina at
will.
TWENTY-FIVE
POSITIONS
There is usually one position which gives
the husband and wife more intense pleasure than any other method. They should
experiment until they discover which position is the most enjoyable. Most women
like to have a pillow under their hips during intercourse. It is less tiring
than lying flat without support. If the husband is below the wife, lie should
place a pillow beneath his hips to elevate Ms penis so she has free access to
it.
Most women derive their most excruciating
delight when they are above their husbands. In this position they can govern the
tempo and movements, and receive as much or as little of Ms organ as they
desire. A man's control may be better when he is below his wife, permitting her
to control the course of the act.
The following methods of intercourse
usually give satisfaction to both husband wife, under ordinary
conditions:
1. She lies on her back with her legs
well separated and extended; he lies over her, facing her, between her legs and
resting a portion of Ms weight on his elbows.
2. She lies on her back, with either or
both legs coiled around either or both of his.
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3. She lies on her back with her legs
coiled around his back, her private parts well elevated, and her feet locked
together and resting on his back. In this position, the husband must contrive to
make the necessary movements, as the wife has little leverage.
4. She lies on her back, and he rests
above her, astride either or both of her legs.
5. She lies on her back with her legs
drawn up until her knees almost touch her chest.
6. She lies on her back with one leg
around one of his legs, her other leg encircling his body.
7. He lies on his back and she gets on
top. She can lie astride either or both of his legs.
8. He lies on his back, legs extended and
held together. She then gets astride him with her legs drawn up in a kneeling
position and sits on his penis, facing him or with her back to
him.
9. She lies on her back and inserts his
penis. Then they roll over partly on the side, and he keeps one leg between her
legs and draws his other leg up and around her body.
10. He lies on his back and she rests
above, with one leg between his legs and her other drawn up around his hips.
This is the reverse of No. 9.
11. The quadruped position: She rests on
her hands and knees. He approaches her from the back, likewise on his knees. In
this position, he can use his hands to fondle her breasts or to manipulate her
clitoris as he makes the movements. Women who have difficulty reaching a climax
often respond quickly when in this position, especially if aided by manual
stimulation.
12. She lies on her back on a table of
the proper height. He stands between her legs, holding them over his arms or
placing them over his shoulders; or she can wrap them around his
body.
13. She lies face down on a table while
he approaches her from behind. She can keep her feet on the floor or he can
elevate her legs with his hands.
14. He sits on a low, narrow chair, bench
or stool. She sits down astride him, face to face. She makes movements until
each is ready for the climax. Then if they care to, he may rise with her legs
coiled around his body. A few rapid thrusts and the act is
finished.
15. He sits on a low chair with his legs
extended. She sits astride his legs with her back to him and bending forward.
She makes all the movements.
16. If his penis is extremely large and
she has a small vagina, this method is suggested. He lies on his back, partly
turned to one side. She lies in his arms, with her back to him, one leg slightly
drawn up and her other leg raised and over his knee.
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.
17. She lies on her back and he lies on
his side, crosswise. If the wife is pregnant and very large, positions 17 and 18
will be found satisfactory.
18. She lies on her side with her back to
him; he takes a position slightly lower. She raises her leg so he can insert his
penis and she then places her uplifted leg around his body.
19. She lies on her back and he lies 011
his left side, crosswise. She lifts her right leg and he inserts his penis.
After connection is made, she places her right leg above and around his hips and
extends her left leg, which he clasps between his outstretched
legs.
20. He lies on his back, she lies on her
side, crosswise. This is the same position the husband assumes in No.
19.
21. He lies 011 his back, legs
outstretched and separated. She gets astride his body with her feet under his
arms and the upper part of her body between his extended legs. He can either
keep his legs together or hold them apart.
22. She gets in bed resting on her hands
and knees, her buttocks extended over the edge of the bed toward him. He stands
on the floor, back of her.
23. She lies face down with a pillow
under her abdomen. He gets back of her between her out-stretched legs, and she
elevates her hips so he can insert his penis. After connection is made, she lies
down flat and clenches her legs to prevent his penis from slipping out, and he
rests astride either or both her legs.
24. Sometimes the husband and wife like
to begin the love act while standing. She leans back against a table or dresser
and places one leg up and around his body, as he stands facing
her.
25. Another unusual method is for her to
lie flat on her back with her legs drawn up until her knees touch her chest. He
then gets astride her with his back toward her and leans forward, with his
weight resting on his hands.
There are numerous other variations of a
more or less acrobatic nature which may be discovered by experimenting. There is
nothing improper or immodest in the use of any posture which will produce
exquisite pleasure for the husband or wife.
MOVEMENTS
Intercourse is not a simple act of
inserting the penis and then thrusting until one or the other reaches a climax.
To many men and women this comprises the love act. Sex relations are thrilling
and satisfactory when the husband understands how to produce varied movements,
and he and his wife work in unison.
She should place a pillow beneath her
hips so it won't tire her to keep her hips elevated in a manner that assures
firm contact between her clitoris and his penis. The husband should always ride
high upon her
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body to produce the maximum amount of
friction against her clitoris, and the upper part of her vagina. If he assumes
the right position, every movement will cause exquisite
sensation.
The most common error in intercourse is
for the husband to get too far down on his wife's body and miss contact with the
clitoris. All movements should be made from the hips. Some men are awkward and
try to elevate their bodies with each stroke. The wife should press forward and
withdraw in unison with the husband at all times. He should never get so excited
or careless as to make hard thrusts which cause him to collide with her pelvic
bone; and he should not plunge his penis in so deeply that he bumps the inside
of her vagina. Some women may delight in rough handling, and ask the husband to
plunge his organ in when they first make connection and continue thrusting
violently.
The husband should not confine himself to
just one movement; variety intensifies the pleasure for both. He can easily
determine which movements produce the desired results, and then he can return to
those movements and keep her constantly thrilled and intoxicated with
happiness.
Women vary greatly in the methods they
prefer when nearing the climax. Some wives want the penis thrust in rapidly to
full length. Others get intense delight in having it pressed deep into their
vagina and held there with little or no movement. Some want very gentle
movements, while others demand almost violent action just before and when they
are coming.
If at any time the wife's vagina becomes
too moist to produce close contact and the proper degree of friction, the
husband should withdraw and dry his penis 011 a towel, and then resume. This is
usually necessary if intercourse is maintained for a lengthy
period.
The following movements will be found
advantageous: After your wife has placed your penis in the vagina, press it in
gently a short distance and then slowly withdraw. Continue pressing it in and
withdrawing until you have her well lubricated. After you have worked your penis
all the way in, pause for a moment to kiss and caress her; take your time; there
is no hurry. Make extremely gentle movements until you have become adjusted to
the proper position. Then begin your movements against the right side of her
vagina. Make upward circular movements, withdrawing against the left side of the
opening. Vary this by alternating from left to right. Slowly withdraw almost
completely and then press it all the way in. After holding your penis deep in
her vagina for a moment, slowly withdraw and then repeat the rotating movements.
Vary the rotation by pushing in and withdrawing directly back. Thrust it
straight in quickly, but not roughly, and then withdraw slowly. Press it in
slowly to its full length and then withdraw. Start from almost outside the
vagina and very slowly work the penis forward to full length. If these movements
are done carefully, each will get the maximum pleasure. After a time, you should
rest a moment in tender and passionate embrace, kissing, caressing and
stimulating. When you resume, push the penis all the way in, until you reach the
spot which most women want touched. Hold the head of the penis
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against this thrill-provoking spot deep
inside her vagina and make slow rotating movements until she moans with
pleasure. Make rapid, direct in-and-out movements to the full length of your
penis until the wife is ready to "come." Then slow down or wait until her
passion subsides a trifle.
The climax will be keener if the husband
brings her right to the verge of the climax several times before he finally
makes her "come" for the first time. Move high upon her body until only the tip
of the penis remains inside; work it up and down around her clitoris. This
produces an exquisite sensation if done very slowly and gently. Slide back down
to the normal position and get astride either of her legs, and draw one of your
legs up around her hips. Take one of her breasts in your mouth and gently suck
on it as you make your movements. When she is frantic with desire, return to
your normal position, or the position she prefers, and gradually increase the
tempo until you are thrusting hard and fast.
When she reaches the climax, moaning and
grasping with frenzied passionate abandon, keep the penis pressed in to its
entire length and make the movements she may prefer at that
stage.
Keep right on with your movements until
her passionate throbbing has subsided. After resting a few moments, you can then
proceed until both of you are ready to come to the delirious climax which is the
culmination of married lovers' ideal intercourse.
When the husband is "coming" the wife
should do everything possible to heighten the sensation for him. She should
continue her movements until she knows his orgasm is finished. As he lies
motionless, the wife can continue opening and closing the walls of her vagina on
his penis, as this gives him a delightful concluding sensation.
(By DOUGLAS MacDOUGALL,
M.D.)
(Note: Have you read the foregoing
article in the manner in which it was intended to be read"? Probably HOW TO LOVE
OR THE ART OF INTERCOURSE should not have been included in a book of stories
and poems. The stories and poems may make the reader look for something lurid
and suggestive. Actually the foregoing article should be read by everyone
planning to be married, or anyone who is married and under 45 years of age. Too
many divorces are caused by lack of knowledge on this very
subject.)
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