The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1924-10-09
SMILIN' THRU
BY GEE SEE
CHEERFUL IDIOT STUFF

Twas easy enough to get spiffy
When joy used to be unconfrmed;
But the gink | bow to
Is the gink who can brew
His own when the pigs are too
blind!
It's easy enough to swear smoothly
When static makes radios squawk;
But the bug we admire
Is the bug who spits fire
When female reformers spill talk!
It's easy enough to sit pretty
When wiley is loving and sweet;
But the cave man we praise
Is the egg who can raise
Merry hob when there's nothing to
eat!
This Cheerful idiot stuff" is the
bunk! There is such a thing as GO
ing too Outstanding up so straight
you fall over backward-if you get
what / mean.
True life is a joke for the most
part but usually the joke is on us.
And it shows good balance when a
man can grin when the joke is on
him.
The self-satisfied, complacent and
SNUG boob who has made his pile
and promptly forgets the struggles
of others who haven't yet arrived,
needs a good swift kick in the seat
of his pants to keep him from TAX
ing himself too seriously.
&+#&*+
And speaking of radio--are you
one of those unfortunates who seems
always to tune in on station when
some dogmatic female reformer is
spouting her stuff? Isn't it sur
prising how so many women can tell
everybody else how to do every
thing in the world from washing be-
tween the baby's toes to financing
the Government of the United States !?
s**s+*
One enthusiastic. radio fan, who
deserves medal for terse express
sion, characterized them as lover
stimulated females who not only
haven't children of their own, but
can't even get husband to hem
peck and SO they make it their bus
mess in lie to dictate to other
women how to boss their hus-
children and how to boss their hus-
bands!"
Have you heard that old say
| ing-"The average woman thinks
that if God had called her into
consultation at the creation this
would have been perfect world ?"
GOT THE HABIT!
Now comes news from MISSISSIPPI
ried her eighth husband--and they
were all Confederate veterans.
| 4*&s*~
| No wonder the South was licked,
when one woman can put eight of
its soldiers away!
R+++*s
PARODIES
ct Amt A-gonna Rain)
| When windy rains are falling,
| And women cross the street,
They have to raise their skirts so
| high
1t gives the men. a treat!
CHORUS
But it amt a-gonna rain no mo-,
no mo-,
1t amt a-gonna rain no mo-
The hard-boiled eggs
Can't see their legs
If it amt a-gonna rain no mo-.
Some women are so lazy
They drive their men insane,
They hang their dirty clothes out
To wash them in the rainl
CHORUS
But it amt a-gonna rain no mo-,
no mo-,
1t amt a-gonna rain no mo-
How in the heck
Can you wash your neck
If it amt a-gonna rain no mo-?
Chorus by Nick Kneass)
Try your hand at a parody, and send
it in. Wen print it.
+%++*&
CLOTHING OF WOMEN IN
suit" screams Billy Sunday in
Elmira, N Y. "No man with with
good rich blood in his veins can look
at them with prayer meeting
thoughts" he says.
Now don't be so sure about that,
Billy! Judging by the remarks daily
overheard, men have very fervent
prayer meeting thoughts! Such
as, eye Gods! How I'd love to meet
that Jane some night and take her
for a ride!"
%A4%A&
HE-"You ought to see the new
altar they've built in our church"
SHE-''Lead me to it'll" (Fom
foolish contemporary
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