Despite all their wood chopping and nation building, never let it be said our forefathers didn't have time to laugh. From the always serious 1852 Coshocton Republican front page:
- Why are a hundred and sixty square rods like a decayed tooth? Because it's an aker!
- A silly fop, being in company, and wanting his servant, cried out, "Where is my blockhead?" "Upon your shoulders," cried a lady.
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