Sneezin' down the Ol' Prairie McFun with 'Pops' McGuffin How-dy, boys and girls! Goll-y! here we are watching another year drag its tail around the corner. And what a year! The Almighty Dollar has shrunk worse than Maggie’s rayon bloomers the day it rained at the Flappers Convention, jobs have been scarcer than a stenographer on the Virgin Is-lands, and the stock market’s still flatter than a sailor’s sea-biscuit after three days in port. G*sh! I reckon our only solace is some more jokes. Have a whiff of these peppery pranks, and you’ll be sneezin’ up your old man’s caboose faster than it takes to crank up a Model T! Q. How can you tell if a ho-bo is hungry? A. He’s eating his shoe! Q. Why did Charles Lindbergh fly solo across the Atlantic? A. To get away from his wife! Q. Who's been married more times than Peggy Hopkins Joyce? A. No one, to the best of my knowledge! Q. Why did daddy buy a new refrig-erator? A. Because mommy always treats him 'cool' when the ice-man’s in town! Speaking of the gentler sex, I can’t get enough of these flappers and their 'teddies'! Here's a little poem I wrote on the subject: Rosa’s are red, Violet’s are blue: They’re hanging on the clothesline If you want to see, too. Of course, I cannot come up with all of the jokes myself, and that is why we have our weekly contest. Last week’s best knee-slapper was sent in by Mrs. Daisy Pickers of Edgefield, Sou. Carolin.: Suzy. Hey Pa, here come some girls wearin’ funny pants! Pa. You mean 'knickers'? Suzy. Naw, they’s white folks. Congratulations, Ms. Daisy! That sure set my sides a-splittin’! Now, before some shyster Clarence Darrow writes in again to lambaste ol’ 'Pops' for sneezin’ too hard, let me just say that we don't intend any harm to our dark-skinned friends. Everybody knows there’s nobody funnier than the colored folks! O-K, kids! I’ll see you again next week. Till then, keep on Sneezin' down the Ol' Prairie. 'Pops' P.S. Don’t forget to send in your best Hebrew jokes for next week’s contest!