In his final days, this is one of the cartoons that I shared with my dad. He loved telling his grandchildren about his working on Shedd’s Dairy milk-delivery truck when he was a kid. One morning, Mrs. Roswell Majette’s bulldog bit him between his back pockets. He always laughed and said, “The doctor painted my behind with Mercurochrome and charged me $3. It took me three weeks to pay the bill.” (Submitted by NeSmith)
The physician’s assistant asked, “Mr. NeSmith, are you allergic to latex?”
“No, ma’am. Not until I hear it snap on your wrist.”
