Too Big A Dose Of Snookers

The bedside book of humor. 1943

That evening on rhe esplanade he called Snookers to him, and resting his hand affectionately on the little fellow’s shoulder said, “Old man, do you want to do me a favour?”
“Sure.”
“I’m filling up a girl’s card for the Prom, and I want you to help me out.”
“Certainly; give me a couple, if the girl’s the real thing.”
“Much obliged. I’ll pur your name down.”
“Second and fifth. Say, who is she?”
“Oh, some relative of Sawtelle’s—remember you used to go with him a good deal in the Dickinson. It’s his sister.”
“Whew!” said Snookers, with a long-drawn whistle. “Say, give me three more, will you?”
“Hardly,” answered Turkey, with a laugh; “but I’ll spare you another.”
“I didn’t think it quite fair to the girl,” he explained later, “to give her too big a dose of Snookers. Queer, though, how eager the little brute was!”