The Fool-Killer, Pores Knob, North Carolina, October 1, 1925

Are you beginning to see snakes on balloon tires, man-eating canary birds, fiddling crocodiles, flying push-carts, barking street and caves foaming at the mouth?

Hubby gets up in the morning and days: “Darling, what did you do with my six-shooter? This is the day I promised my stenographer to shoot you.”

“It’s in the bureau drawer,” says the wife, “but you won’t need it, because sweety sent me the rough-on-rats for your morning coffee.”