came back with, "Oh, I say ol' top, I didn't mean the lousy lices,
I meant shoe lices." What they say over here about these cooties
wouldn't look well in print, and makes me think they are harder to get
rid of than a flivver.

If there's one thing in life that Skinny loves its sumpin good to eat.
Honestly, Julie, I believe he thinks of eating when he's asleep. We
goes into a feedin place yesterday in White Chapel to satisfy what
the poets call, an inner longing. I was so hungry my stomak tho't my
throat was cut, Skinny slips the female "biscuit shooter" a tip and
sez, "Now suggest a good dinner for me;" and she whispered in his
listener "Go to some other restaurant." Serves Skinny right about
losing the tip for he's such a tight wad that when the company sings
"Old Hundred" at chapel Skinny sings the "Ninety and Nine" just to
save a cent. Honest Julie, I don't believe he would give two bits
to see the statue of Liberty do the hoo-chama-cooch. Speaking of
the hoochy-koochy reminds me that we saw the Ol' Curiosity shop that
Charlie Dickens wrote about, and desiring to become acquainted with
how much Skinny knowed about books, plays, and etcetery, I asked
him did he ever see Oliver Twist? He says "no but I've seen Fatima
wiggle." He would miss a point if he sat down on a tack, and it would
take a vaccum cleaner to sweep the cob-webs from his noodle; someday
I'm gonna hang a peece of crape on his nose, for I think his brain is
dead.

That's why I think he always has a cold in his head, as you know Julie
that disease always strikes in the weakest spot.

Yours until one of the Kaiser's sons is wounded,