Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, November 16, 1958, Image 49

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Mom was feeling a little
low so Dad decided to gei
breakfast. He was fixing a
bowl of oatmeal when his
three-year-old came in.
"Want some honey on it?"
Dad asked.
"Okay," the youngster said.
"And milk?" The boy nodded.
"And butter, too?"
Again a nod.
Dad gave the tot his bowl.
The boy stared at it, then
pushed it away. "You've got
everything you want in it,"
Dad said impatiently, "Why
don't you eat it?"
"Don't like oatmeal," the
youngster replied.
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We're a Sound
Neighborhood
I live next door to a singer,
Brother, thats mighty rough!
I'm tortured by his singing,
And if that ain't bad
enough . . .
I live down under a dancer,
With the dancingest jeet in
town, .
When this guy starts
a'dancing
You'd think the ceiling's
coming down.
Amidst all this noisy living,
Please don't think I'm a
little elf.
I never hear any noise at all
I play the bongo drums
myself!
Lee Conrad
"Could you leave a little meat on it?
The waiter promised me your bone for my dog."
A housewife was interviewing a prospective cook. They
discussed hours, days off, and then the lady asked,
"What wages do you expect?"
"Well, that depends, mum," the domestic replied
thoughtfully. "Do you peel or unfreeze?"
Christian Herald
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A western fan from Connecticut was touring
a rugged Wyoming town, lapping up the local
color. As he passed a big false-front building
labeled Saloon, the swinging door
flew open and a cowboy, whooping and
hollering, came sailing through the
air and landed with a breath-taking
thump on the street.
The Easterner rushed up in awe.
"Did they throw you out of there like
that! Is there a showdown going on
inside?"
"Nope," said the cowboy between
clenched teeth, "but if I catch the so-
and-so who moved my
horse, there will be!"
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Family Weekly, November 16, J95J