a century note in the plate, and the ol' sky pilot not knowing who it
wuz prayed that "the business of the giver would increase an hundred
fold."

Skinny went into store today to buy a birthday present for his "Jane"
in the U.S. Steppin blithely up to a fresh sales girl he said "I
wanna get something for a gift to a lady." "Your wife sir?" sed she.
Skinny thought it would be safer to pose as a married man, so he said
"Yes'm." "Bargain counter to the right, sir," and she went on wrasslin
with her Wrigleys; she was so busy with it, she wasted no more time
than a blue gum coon passing a grave yard at midnight, with no rabbits
foot in his pocket. The sales ladies in this emporium are always in
high speed, with the throttle wide open when it comes to chatter; at
another counter I asked the young lady to show me the thinnest thing
in underwear. Flashing a 40 below zero look she lisped, "I'm very
sorry sir, but she's just gone out to lunch."

Yours until the Eskimos wear Palm Beach suits,

BARNEY.

[Illustration: "Somethin fer my wife" says he. "Bargain counter next
isle" says she]




Dere Julie:

We drilled today for the first time since we landed in this land of