What is the penalty for bigamy?

Two mothers-in-law.

* * *

The man was weak and naturally unlucky, and so he got married three times inside of a year. He was convicted and sentenced for four years. He seemed greatly relieved. As the expiration of his term grew near, he wrote from the penitentiary to his lawyer, with the plaintive query:

“Will it be safe for me to come out?”

[Pg 46]

BIRTH

The little girl in the zoölogical park tossed bits of a bun to the stork, which gobbled them greedily, and bobbed its head toward her for more.

“What kind of a bird is it, mamma?” the child asked.

The mother read the placard, and answered that it was a stork.

“O-o-o-h!” the little girl cried, as her eyes rounded. “Of course, it recognized me!”

BLESSING

The philosopher, on being interrupted in his thoughts by the violent cackling of a hen that had just laid an egg, was led to express his appreciation of a kind Providence by which a fish while laying a million eggs to a hen’s one, does so in a perfectly quiet and ladylike manner.

BLIND

A shopkeeper with no conscience put by his door a box with a slit in the cover and a label reading, “For the Blind.” A month later, the box disappeared. When some one inquired concerning it, the shopkeeper chuckled, and pointed to the window.

“I collected enough,” he explained. “There’s the new blind.”

[Pg 47]

BLINDNESS

The sympathetic and inquisitive old lady at the seashore was delighted and thrilled by an old sailor’s narrative of how he was washed overboard during a gale and was only rescued after having sunk for the third time.

“And, of course,” she commented brightly, “after you sank the third time, your whole past life passed before your eyes.”

“I presoom as how it did, mum,” the sailor agreed. “But bein’ as I had my eyes shut, I missed it.”

BLOCKHEAD

The recruit complained to the sergeant that he’d got a splinter in his finger.

“Ye should have more sinse,” was the harsh comment, “than to scratch your head.”

BREVITY

The best illustration of the value of brief speech reckoned in dollars was given by Mark Twain. His story was that when he had listened for five minutes to the preacher telling of the heathen, he wept, and was going to contribute fifty dollars, after ten minutes more of the sermon, he reduced the amount of his prospective contribution to twenty-five dollars, after half an hour more of eloquence, he cut the sum to five dollars. At the end of an hour of oratory when the plate was passed, he stole two dollars.

BRIBERY

A thriving baseball club is one of the features of a boy’s organization connected with a prominent church. The team was recently challenged by a rival club. The pastor gave a special contribution of five dollars to the captain, with the direction that the money should be used to buy bats, balls, gloves, or anything else that might help to win the game. On the day of the game, the pastor was somewhat surprised to observe nothing new in the club’s paraphernalia. He called the captain to him.

[Pg 50]

“I don’t see any new bats, or balls, or gloves,” he said.

“We haven’t anything like that,” the captain admitted.

“But I gave you five dollars to buy them,” the pastor exclaimed.

“Well, you see,” came the explanation, “you told us to spend it for bats, or balls, or gloves, or anything that we thought might help to win the game, so we gave it to the umpire.”

BRUTALITY

Two ladies in a car disputed concerning the window, and at last called the conductor as referee.

“If this window is open,” one declared, “I shall catch cold, and will probably die.”

“If the window is shut,” the other announced, “I shall certainly suffocate.” The two glared at each other.

The conductor was at a loss, but he welcomed the words of a man with a red nose who sat near. These were:

“First, open the window, conductor. That will kill one. Next, shut it. That will kill the other. Then we can have peace.”

BURGLARY

A young couple that had received many valuable wedding presents established their home in a suburb. One[Pg 51] morning they received in the mail two tickets for a popular show in the city, with a single line:

“Guess who sent them.”

The pair had much amusement in trying to identify the donor, but failed in the effort. They duly attended the theatre, and had a delightful time. On their return home late at night, still trying to guess the identity of the unknown host, they found the house stripped of every article of value. And on the bare table in the dining-room was a piece of paper on which was written in the same hand as the enclosure with the tickets:

“Now you know!”

CANDOR

Jeanette was wearing a new frock when her dearest friend called.

“I look a perfect fright,” she remarked, eager for praise.

The dearest friend was thinking of her own affairs, and answered absent-mindedly:

“Yes, you certainly do.”

“Oh, you horrid thing!” Jeanette gasped. “I’ll never-never speak to you again!”

CALMNESS

In Bret Harte’s Mary McGillup, there is a notable description of calmness in most trying circumstances.

“‘I have the honor of addressing the celebrated Rebel spy, Miss McGillup?’” asked the vandal officer.

[Pg 52]

“In a moment I was perfectly calm. With the exception of slightly expectorating twice in the face of the minion I did not betray my agitation.”

CARDS

A Tennessee farmer went to town and bought a gallon jug of whiskey. He left it in the grocery store, and tagged it with a five of hearts from the deck in his pocket, on which he wrote his name. When he returned two hours later, the jug was gone. He demanded an explanation from the grocer.

“Simple enough,” was the reply. “Jim Slocum come along with a six of hearts, an’ jist nacherly took thet thar jug o’ yourn.”

CARELESSNESS

The housemaid, tidying the stairs the morning after a reception, found lying there one of the solid silver teaspoons.

“My goodness gracious!” she exclaimed, as she retrieved the piece of silver. “Some one of the company had a hole in his pocket.”

CATERPILLARS

The small boy sat at the foot of a telegraph pole, with a tin can in his hands. The curious old gentleman gazed first at the lad and then at the can, much perplexed.

[Pg 53]

“Caterpillars!” he ejaculated. “What are you doing with them?”

“They climb trees and eat the leaves,” the boy explained.

“Yes?”

“And so,” the boy continued proudly, “I’m foolin’ this bunch by lettin’ ‘em climb the telegraph pole.”

CATS

Clarence, aged eight, was a member of the Band of Mercy, of his Sunday School, which was a miniature society for the prevention of cruelty to animals. The badge was a small star, and Clarence wore this with as much pride as ever a policeman had in his shield. He displayed eagerness in the work, and grew somewhat unpopular with the other boys and girls by reason of his many rebukes for their harsh treatment of animals. But one morning his mother, on looking out of the window, observed to her horror that the erstwhile virtuous Clarence had the family cat by the tail, and was swinging it to and fro with every evidence of glee. In fact, it had been the wailing of the outraged beast that had caused the mother to look out.

“Why, Clarence!” she cried, aghast. “What are you doing to that poor cat? And you a member of the Band of Mercy!”

Little Clarence released the cat, but he showed no shame as he explained:

“I was-but I lost my star.”

[Pg 54]

* * *

The teacher put a question to the class:

“What does a cat have that no other animal has?”

A number cried in unison:

“Fur!”

But an objector raised the point that bears and skunks have fur. One pupil raised an eager hand:

“I know, teacher-whiskers!”

But another objector laughed scornfully.

“Haw-haw! My papa has whiskers!”

The suggester of whiskers defended her idea by declaring: “My papa ain’t got whiskers.”

“‘Cause he can’t!” the objector sneered. “Haw-haw! Your pa ain’t no good. My pa says–”

The teacher rapped for order, and repeated her question. A little girl raised her hand, and at the teacher’s nod spoke timidly.

“Kittens!”

* * *

The little girl returned from church deeply musing on the sermon, in which the preacher had declared that animals, lacking souls, could not go to heaven. As the result of her meditation, she presented a problem to the family at the dinner table, when she asked earnestly:

“If cats don’t go to heaven, where do the angels get the strings for their harps?”

CHARITY

“Oh, mamma,” questioned the child, “who’s that?” He pointed to a nun who was passing.

“A Sister of Charity,” was the answer.

“Which one,” the boy persisted, “Faith or Hope?”

[Pg 55]

CHICKEN-STEALING

The Southern planter heard a commotion in his poultry house late at night. With shot gun in hand, he made his way to the door, flung it open and curtly ordered:

“Come out of there, you ornery thief!”

There was silence for a few seconds, except for the startled clucking of the fowls. Then a heavy bass voice boomed out of the darkness:

“Please, Colonel, dey ain’t nobody here ‘cept jes’ us chickens!”

CHRISTIANITY

A shipwrecked traveler was washed up on a small island. He was terrified at thought of cannibals, and explored with the utmost stealth. Discovering a thin wisp of smoke above the scrub, he crawled toward it fearfully, in apprehension that it might be from the campfire of savages. But as he came close, a voice rang out sharply:

“Why in hell did you play that card?” The castaway, already on his knees, raised his hands in devout thanksgiving.

“Thank God!” he exclaimed brokenly. “They are Christians!”

* * *

Santa Claus inserted an upright piano, a fur dolman, a Ford, and a few like knick-knacks in the Chicago girl’s stocking. When he saw that it was not yet half filled, he withdrew to the roof, plumped down on the snow, and wept bitterly.

CLEANLINESS

The little boy was clad in an immaculate white suit for the lawn party, and his mother cautioned him strictly against soiling it. He was scrupulous in his obedience, but at last he approached her timidly, and said:

“Please, mother, may I sit on my pants?”

* * *

The mother catechised her young son just before the hour for the arrival of the music teacher.

“Have you washed your hands very carefully?”

“Yes, mother.”

“And have you washed your face thoroughly?”

“Yes, mother.”

“And were you particular to wash behind your ears?”

“On her side I did, mother.”

COMMUNITY

The young man at the summer resort, who had become engaged to the pretty girl, received information that led him to question her:

“Is it true that since you came up here you’ve got engaged to Billy, Ed, George and Harry, as well as me?”

The young lady assumed an air of disdain.

“What is that to you?” she demanded.

[Pg 58]

“Just this,” he replied gently. “If it’s so, and you have no objection, we fellows will all chip in together to buy an engagement ring.”

COMPENSATION

Isaac and Moses dined in a restaurant that was new to them, and were pained seriously by the amount of the check. Moses began to expostulate in a loud voice, but Isaac hushed him with a whisper:

“‘Sh! I haf the spoons in my pocket.”

COMPLIMENTS

“Would you like a lock of my hair?” asked the gallant old bachelor of the spinster who had been a belle a few decades past.

“Why don’t you offer me the whole wig?” the maiden lady gibed, with a titter.

The bachelor retorted with icy disdain:

“You are very biting, madam, considering that your teeth are porcelain.”

* * *

The young man, dancing with the girl to whom he had just been introduced, remarked with the best of intentions, but rather unfortunately:

“That’s the new waltz. My sister was raving about it. I think it’s pretty bad. I expect she danced it with somebody rather nice.”

[Pg 59]

* * *

In former times, when royalties were more important, a lady at a court ball was intensely gratified when a prince selected her as a partner. She was almost overwhelmed with pride when he danced a second measure with her.

“Oh,” she gushed, as she reposed blissfully in his arms, “your highness does me too great honor.”

The prince answered coldly:

“But no, madam. Merely, my physician has directed me to perspire.”

CONCEALMENT

The widow was deep in suds over the family wash, when she saw her pastor coming up the path to the door. She gave directions to her young son to answer the bell, and to tell the clergyman that his mother had just gone down the street on an errand. Since the single ground floor room of the cottage offered no better hiding place against observation from the door, she crouched behind a clothes-horse hung with drying garments. When the boy had opened the door to the minister, and had duly delivered the message concerning his mother’s absence, the reverend gentleman cast a sharp look toward the screen of drying clothes, and addressed the boy thus:

“Well, my lad, just tell your mother I called. And you might say to her that the next time she goes down the street, she should take her feet along.”

[Pg 60]

CONCEIT

“I suppose I must admit that I do have my faults,” the husband remarked in a tone that was far from humble.

“Yes,” the wife snapped, “and in your opinion your faults are better than other folks’ virtues.”

CONSCIENCE

The child had been greatly impressed by her first experience in Sunday school. She pressed her hands to her breast, and said solemnly to her sister, two years older:

“When you hear something wite here, it is conscience whispering to you.”

“It’s no such thing,” the sister jeered. “That’s just wind on your tummie.”

CONSTANCY

His companion bent over the dying man, to catch the last faintly whispered words. The utterance came with pitiful feebleness, yet with sufficient clearness:

“I am dying-yes. Go to Fannie. Tell her-I died-with her name-on my lips, that I-loved her-her alone-always … And Jennie-tell Jennie-the same thing.”

[Pg 61]

CONVERSION

A zealous church member in a Kentucky village made an earnest effort to convert a particularly vicious old mountaineer named Jim, who was locally notorious for his godlessness. But the old man was hard-headed and stubborn, firmly rooted in his evil courses, so that he resisted the pious efforts in his behalf.

“Jim,” the exhorter questioned sadly at last, “ain’t you teched by the story of the Lord what died to save yer soul?”

“Humph!” Jim retorted contemptuously. “Air ye aimin’ to tell me the Lord died to save me, when He ain’t never seed me, ner knowed me?”

“Jim,” the missionary explained with fervor, “it was a darn sight easier for the Lord to die fer ye jest because He never seed ye than if He knowed ye as well as we-alls do!”

COOKERY

The housewife gave the tramp a large piece of pie on condition that he should saw some wood. The tramp retired to the woodshed, but presently he reappeared at the back door of the house with the piece of pie still intact save for one mouthful bitten from the end.

“Madam,” he said respectfully to the wondering woman, “if it’s all the same to you, I’ll eat the wood, and saw the pie.”

[Pg 62]

COURTESY

The witness was obviously a rustic and quite new to the ways of a court-room. So, the judge directed him:

“Speak to the jury, sir-the men sitting behind you on the benches.”

The witness turned, bowed clumsily and said:

“Good-morning, gentlemen.”

COWARDICE

The old farmer and his wife visited the menagerie. When they halted before the hippopotamus cage, he remarked admiringly:

“Darn’d curi’s fish, ain’t it, ma?”

“That ain’t a fish,” the wife announced. “That’s a rep-tile.”

It was thus that the argument began. It progressed to a point of such violence that the old lady began belaboring the husband with her umbrella. The old man dodged and ran, with the wife in pursuit. The trainer had just opened the door of the lions’ cage, and the farmer popped in. He crowded in behind the largest lion and peered over its shoulder fearfully at his wife, who, on the other side of the bars, shook her umbrella furiously.

“Coward!” she shouted. “Coward!”

[Pg 63]

DAMAGES

The child came to his mother in tears.

“Oh, mama,” he confessed, “I broke a tile in the hearth.”

“Never mind, dear,” the mother consoled. “But how ever did you come to do it?”

“I was pounding it with father’s watch?”

DANGER

One foot in the grave, and the other slipping.

DEAD MEN’S SHOES

When a certain officer of the governor’s staff died, there were many applicants for the post, and some were indecently impatient. While the dead colonel was awaiting burial, one aspirant buttonholed the governor, asking:

“Would you object to my taking the place of the colonel?”

“Not at all,” the governor replied tartly. “See the undertaker.”

DEAFNESS

In the smoking-room of a theatre, between the acts, an amiable young man addressed an elderly gentleman who was seated beside him:

“The show is very good, don’t you think?”

The old gentleman nodded approvingly, as he replied:

“Me, I always take the surface cars. Them elevated an’ subway stairs ketches my breath.”

[Pg 65]

“I said the show was a good one,” exclaimed the young man, raising his voice.

Again, the elderly person nodded agreeably.

“They jump about a good deal,” was his comment, “but they’re on the ground, which the others ain’t.”

Now, the young man shouted:

“You’re a little deaf, ain’t you?”

At last the other understood.

“Yes, sir!” he announced proudly. “I’m as deef as a post.” He chuckled contentedly. “Some folks thinks as that’s a terrible affliction, but I don’t. I kin always hear what I’m sayin’ myself, an’ that’s interestin’ enough for me.”

* * *

An excellent old gentleman grew hard of hearing, and was beset with apprehension lest he become totally deaf. One day, as he rested on a park bench, another elderly citizen seated himself alongside. The apprehensive old gentleman saw that the new comer was talking rapidly, but his ears caught no faintest sound of the other’s voice. He listened intently-in vain. He cupped a hand to his ear, but there was only silence. At last, in despair, he spoke his thought aloud:

“It’s come at last! I know you’ve been talking all this while, but I haven’t heard a single word.”

The answer, given with a grin, was explicit and satisfying to the worried deaf man:

“I hain’t been talkin’-jest a-chewin’.”

The man of the house finally took all the disabled umbrellas to the repairer’s. Next morning on his way to his office, when he got up to leave the street car, he absentmindedly laid hold of the umbrella belonging to a woman beside him, for he was in the habit of carrying one. The woman cried “Stop thief!” rescued her umbrella and covered the man with shame and confusion.

That same day, he stopped at the repairer’s, and received all eight of his umbrellas duly restored. As he entered a street car, with the unwrapped umbrellas tucked under his arm, he was horrified to behold glaring at him the lady of his morning adventure. Her voice came to him charged with a withering scorn:

“Huh! Had a good day, didn’t you!”

* * *

The absentminded inventor perfected a parachute device. He was taken up in a balloon to make a test of the apparatus. Arrived at a height of a thousand feet, he climbed over the edge of the basket, and dropped out. He had fallen two hundred yards when he remarked to himself, in a tone of deep regret:

“Dear me! I’ve gone and forgotten my umbrella.”

* * *

The professor, who was famous for the wool-gathering of his wits, returned home, and had his ring at the door[Pg 30] answered by a new maid. The girl looked at him inquiringly:

“Um-ah-is Professor Johnson at home?” he asked, naming himself.

“No, sir,” the maid replied, “but he is expected any moment now.”

The professor turned away, the girl closed the door. Then the poor man sat down on the steps to wait for himself.

* * *

The clergyman, absorbed in thinking out a sermon, rounded a turn in the path and bumped into a cow. He swept off his hat with a flourish, exclaiming:

“I beg your pardon, madam.”

Then he observed his error, and was greatly chagrined. Soon, however, again engaged with thoughts of the sermon, he collided with a lady at another bend of the path.

“Get out of the way, you brute!” he said.

* * *

The most absent-minded of clergymen was a Methodist minister who served several churches each Sunday, riding from one to another on horseback. One Sunday morning he went to the stable while still meditating on his sermon and attempted to saddle the horse. After a long period of toil, he aroused to the fact that he had put the saddle on himself, and had spent a full half hour in vain efforts to climb on his own back.

[Pg 31]

ACQUAINTANCE

The Scotchman who ran a livery was asked by a tourist as to how many the carryall would hold.

“Fower generally,” was the answer. “Likely sax, if they’re weel aquaint.”

ACTORS

The tragedian had just signed a contract to tour South Africa. He told a friend of it at the club. The friend shook his head dismally.

“The ostrich,” he explained in a pitying tone, “lays an egg weighing anywhere from two to four pounds.”

ADVERTISING

The editor of the local paper was unable to secure advertising from one of the business men of the town, who asserted stoutly that he himself never read ads., and didn’t believe anyone else did.

“Will you advertise if I can convince you that folks read the ads.?” the editor asked.

“If you can show me!” was the sarcastic answer. “But you can’t.”

In the next issue of the paper, the editor ran a line of small type in an obscure corner. It read:

“What is Jenkins going to do about it?”

The business man, Jenkins, hastened to seek out the editor next day. He admitted that he was being pestered out of his wits by the curious. He agreed to stand by the editor’s explanation in the forthcoming issue, and this was:

[Pg 32]

“Jenkins is going to advertise, of course.”

Having once advertised, Jenkins advertises still.

AFFECTION

There are as many aspects of grief as there are persons to mourn. A quality of pathetic and rather grisly humor is to be found in the incident of an English laborer, whose little son died. The vicar on calling to condole with the parents found the father pacing to and fro in the living-room with the tiny body in his arms. As the clergyman spoke phrases of sympathy, the father, with tears streaming down his cheeks, interrupted loudly:

“Oh, sir, you don’t know how I loved that li’ll faller. Yus, sir, if it worn’t agin the law, I’d keep him, an’ have him stuffed, that I would!”

AGE

The woman confessed to her crony:

“I’m growing old, and I know it. Nowadays, the policeman never takes me by the arm when he escorts me through the traffic.”

ALIBI

The mother called in vain for her young son. Then she searched the ground floor, the first story, the second, and the attic-all in vain. Finally, she climbed to the trap door in the roof, pushed it open, and cried:

“John Henry, are you out there?”

An answer came clearly:

“No, mother. Have you looked in the cellar?”

[Pg 33]

AMNESTY

The nurse at the front regarded the wounded soldier with a puzzled frown.

“Your face is perfectly familiar to me,” she said, musingly. “But I can’t quite place you somehow.”

“Let bygones be bygones, mum,” the soldier said weakly. “Yes, mum, I was a policeman.”

ANATOMY

The little boy, sent to the butcher shop, delivered himself of his message in these words:

“Ma says to send her another ox-tail, please, an’ ma says the last one was very nice, an’ ma says she wants another off the same ox!”

APPEARANCE

Little Willie came home in a sad state. He had a black eye and numerous scratches and contusions, and his clothes were a sight. His mother was horrified at the spectacle presented by her darling. There were tears in her eyes as she addressed him rebukingly:

“Oh, Willie, Willie! How often have I told you not to play with that naughty Peck boy!”

Little Willie regarded his mother with an expression of deepest disgust.

“Say, ma,” he objected, “do I look as if I had been playing with anybody?”

[Pg 34]

* * *

The cross-eyed man at the ball bowed with courtly grace, and said:

“May I have the pleasure of this dance?”

Two wallflowers answered as with one voice:

“With pleasure.”

APPETITE

The young man applied to the manager of the entertainment museum for employment as a freak, and the following dialogue occurred:

“Who are you?”

“I am Enoch, the egg king.”

“What is your specialty?”

“I eat three dozen hen’s eggs, two dozen duck eggs, and one dozen goose eggs, at a single setting.”

“Do you know our program?”

“What is it?”

“We give four shows every day.”

“Oh, yes, I understand that.”

“And do you think you can do it?”

“I know I can.”

“On Saturdays we give six shows.”

“All right.”

“On holidays we usually give a performance every hour.”

And now, at last, the young man showed signs of doubt.

[Pg 35]

“In that case, I must have one thing understood before I’d be willing to sign a contract.”

“What?”

“No matter what the rush of business is in the show, you’ve got to give me time to go to the hotel to eat my regular meals.”

* * *

Daniel Webster was the guest at dinner of a solicitous hostess who insisted rather annoyingly that he was eating nothing at all, that he had no appetite, that he was not making out a meal. Finally, Webster wearied of her hospitable chatter, and addressed her in his most ponderous senatorial manner:

“Madam, permit me to assure you that I sometimes eat more than at other times, but never less.”

* * *

It was shortly after Thanksgiving Day that someone asked the little boy to define the word appetite. His reply was prompt and enthusiastic:

“When you’re eating you’re ‘appy; and when you get through you’re tight-that’s appetite!”

APPRECIATION

The distinguished actor had a large photograph of Wordsworth prominently displayed in his dressing-room. A friend regarded the picture with some surprise, and remarked:

“I see you are an admirer of Wordsworth.”

“Who’s Wordsworth?” demanded the actor.

[Pg 36]

“Why, that’s his picture,” was the answer, as the friend pointed. “That’s Wordsworth, the poet.”

The actor regarded the photograph with a new interest.

“Is that old file a poet?” he exclaimed in astonishment. “I got him for a study in wrinkles.”

ARGUMENT

“Yes, ma’am,” the old salt confided to the inquisitive lady, “I fell over the side of the ship, and a shark he come along and grabbed me by the leg.”

“Merciful providence!” his hearer gasped. “And what did you do?”

“Let ‘im ‘ave the leg, o’ course, ma’am. I never argues with sharks.”

ART

An American tourist and his wife, after their return from abroad, were telling of the wonders seen by them at the Louvre in Paris. The husband mentioned with enthusiasm a picture which represented Adam and Eve and the serpent in the Garden of Eden, in connection with the eating of the forbidden fruit. The wife also waxed enthusiastic, and interjected a remark:

“Yes, we found the picture most interesting, most interesting indeed, because, you see, we know the anecdote.”

* * *

The Yankee tourist described glowingly the statue of a beautiful woman which he had seen in an art museum abroad.

[Pg 37]

“And the way she stood, so up and coming, was grand. But,” he added, with a tone of disgust, “those foreigners don’t know how to spell. The name of the statue was Posish’-and it was some posish, believe me! and the dumb fools spelt it-’Psyche!’”

* * *

“Tell me, does your husband snore?”

“Oh, yes, indeed-so delightfully.”

“What?”

“Yes, really-he’s so musical you know, his voice is baritone, he only snores operatic bits, mostly Aida.”

* * *

The packer from Chicago admired a picture by Rosa Bonheur.

“How much is that?” he demanded. The dealer quoted the price as $5,000.

“Holy pig’s feet!” the magnate spluttered. “For that money, I can buy live hogs and–”

His wife nudged him in the ribs, and whispered:

“Don’t talk shop.”

ATHLETICS

The sister spoke admiringly to the collegian who was calling on her after field day, at which she had been present.

“And how they did applaud when you broke that record!”

Her little brother, who overheard, sniffed indignantly.

“Pa didn’t applaud me for the one I broke,” he complained. “He licked me.”

[Pg 38]

AUTHORS

A woman lion-hunter entertained a dinner party of distinguished authors. These discoursed largely during the meal, and bored one another and more especially their host, who was not literary. To wake himself up, he excused himself from the table with a vague murmur about opening a window, and went out into the hall. He found the footman sound asleep in a chair. He shook the fellow, and exclaimed angrily:

“Wake up! You’ve been listening at the keyhole.”

BABIES

The visiting Englishman, with an eyeglass screwed to his eye, stared in fascinated horror at the ugliest infant he had ever seen, which was in its mother’s arms opposite him in the street car. At last, his fixed gaze attracted the mother’s attention, then excited her indignation.

“Rubber!” she piped wrathfully.

“Thank God!” exclaimed the Englishman. “I fancied it might be real.”

* * *

The teacher had explained to the class that the Indian women are called squaws. Then she asked what name was given to the children?

“Porpoises,” came one eager answer.

But a little girl whose father bred pigeons, called excitedly:

“Please, teacher, they’re squabs!”

[Pg 39]

BALDNESS

A patient complained to the doctor that his hair was coming out.

“Won’t you give me something to keep it in?” he begged.

“Take this,” the doctor said kindly, and he handed the patient a pill box.

[Pg 40]

BASEBALL

The teacher directed the class to write a brief account of a baseball game. All the pupils were busy during the allotted time, except one little boy, who sat motionless, and wrote never a word. The teacher gave him an additional five minutes, calling them off one by one. The fifth minute had almost elapsed when the youngster awoke to life, and scrawled a sentence. It ran thus:

“Rain-no game.”

BATTLE

Teacher: “In which of his battles was King Gustavus Adolphus of Sweden slain?”

Pupil: “I’m pretty sure it was the last one.”

[Pg 42]

BEARS

The old trapper was chased by a grizzly. When he had thrown away everything he carried, and found, nevertheless, that the bear was gaining rapidly, he determined to make a stand. As he came into a small clearing, he faced about with his back to a stump, and got out and opened his clasp-knife. The bear halted a rod away, and sat on its haunches, surveying its victim gloatingly. The trapper, though not usually given to praying, now improved the interval to offer a petition.

“O God,” he said aloud, with his eyes on the bear, “if you’re on my side, let my knife git ‘im quick in ‘is vitals, an’ if you’re on ‘is side, let ‘im finish me fust off. But, O God, if you’re nootral, you jist sit thar on that stump, an’ you’ll see the darndest bear fight you ever hearn tell on!”

* * *

The guide introduced a tourist in the Rocky Mountains to an old hunter who was reputed to have slain some hundreds of bears.

“This feller,” the guide explained to the hunter, “would like to hear about some of the narrer escapes you’ve had from bears.”

The old mountaineer regarded the tourist with a disapproving stare.

“Young man,” he said, “if there’s been any narrer escapes, the bears had ‘em.”

[Pg 43]

BEER

The father of a school boy in New York City wrote to the boy’s teacher a letter of complaint. Possibly he welcomed the advent of prohibition-possibly not! Anyhow, the letter was as follows:

“Sir: Will you please for the future give my boy some eesier somes to do at nites. This is what he brought home to me three nites ago. If fore gallins of bere will fill thirty to pint bottles, how many pint and half bottles will nine gallins fill? Well, we tried and could make nothing of it all, and my boy cried and said he wouldn’t go back to school without doing it. So, I had to go and buy a nine gallin’ keg of bere, which I could ill afford to do, and then we went and borrowed a lot of wine and brandy bottles, beside a few we had by us. Well we emptied the keg into the bottles, and there was nineteen, and my boy put that down for an answer. I don’t know whether it is rite or not, as we spilt some in doing it.

P.S.-Please let the next one be water as I am not able to buy any more bere.”

* * *

The new soda clerk was a mystery, until he himself revealed his shameful past quite unconsciously by the question he put to the girl who had just asked for an egg-shake.

“Light or dark?” he asked mechanically.

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BEGGARS

The cultured maid servant announced to her mistress, wife of the profiteer:

“If you please, ma’am, there’s a mendicant at the door.”

The mistress sniffed contemptuously:

“Tell ‘im there’s nothin’ to mend.”

BEGINNERS

A woman visitor to the city entered a taxicab. No sooner was the door closed than the car leaped forward violently, and afterward went racing wildly along the street, narrowly missing collision with innumerable things. The passenger, naturally enough, was terrified. She thrust her head through the open window of the door, and shouted at the chauffeur:

“Please, be careful, sir! I’m nervous. This is the first time I ever rode in a taxi.”

The driver yelled in reply, without turning his head:

“That’s all right, ma’am. It’s the first time I ever drove one!”

BETROTHAL

The cook, Nora, had announced her engagement to a frequenter at the kitchen, named Mike. But a year passed and nothing was heard of the nuptials. So, one day, the mistress inquired:

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“When are you to be married, Nora?”

“Indade, an’ it’s niver at all, I’ll be thinkin’, mum,” the cook answered sadly.

“Really? Why, what is the trouble?”

The reply was explicit:

“‘Tis this, mum. I won’t marry Mike when he’s drunk, an’ he won’t marry me when he’s sober.”

* * *

The delinquent laggard swain had been telling of his ability as a presiding officer. The girl questioned him:

“What is the parliamentary phrase when you wish to call for a vote?”

The answer was given with proud certainty:

“Are you ready for the question?”

“Yes, dearest,” the girl confessed shyly. “Go ahead.”

The visitor to the poet’s wife expressed her surprise that the man of genius had failed to dedicate any one of his volumes to the said wife. Whereupon, said wife became flustered, and declared tartly:

“I never thought of that. As soon as you are gone, I’ll look through all his books, and if that’s so, I never will forgive him!”

DEFINITION

The schoolboy, after profound thought, wrote this definition of the word “spine,” at his teacher’s request.

“A spine is a long, limber bone. Your head sets on one end and you set on the other.”

DEGREES IN DEGRADATION

Phil May, the artist, when once down on his luck in Australia, took a job as waiter in a very low-class restaurant. An acquaintance came into the place to dine, and was aghast when he discovered the artist in his waiter.

“My God!” he whispered. “To find you in such a place as this.”

Phil May smiled, as he retorted:

“Oh, but, you see, I don’t eat here.”

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DELAY

A woman in the mountains of Tennessee was seated in the doorway of the cabin, busily eating some pig’s feet. A neighbor hurried up to tell of how her husband had become engaged in a saloon brawl and had been shot to death. The widow continued munching on a pig’s foot in silence while she listened to the harrowing news. As the narrator paused, she spoke thickly from her crowded mouth:

“Jest wait till I finish this-here pig’s trotter, an’ ye’ll hear some hollerin’ as is hollerin’.”

DEVIL

Some wasps built their nests during the week in a Scotch clergyman’s best breeches. On the Sabbath as he warmed up to his preaching, the wasps, too, warmed up, with the result that presently the minister was leaping about like a jack in the box, and slapping his lower anatomy with great vigor, to the amazement of the congregation.

“Be calm, brethren,” he shouted. “The word of God is in my mouth, but the De’il’s in my breeches!”

DIET

The young lady, who was something of a food fadist, was on a visit to a coast fishing village. She questioned her host as to the general diet of the natives, and was[Pg 68] told that they subsisted almost entirely on fish. The girl protested:

“But fish is a brain food, and these folks are really the most unintelligent-looking that I ever saw.”

“Mebbe so,” the host agreed. “And just think what they’d look like if they didn’t eat fish!”

DIGESTION

In an English school, the examiner asked one of the children to name the products of the Indian Empire. The child was well prepared, but very nervous.

“Please, sir,” the answer ran, “India produces curries and pepper and rice and citron and chutney and-and–”

There was a long pause. Then, as the first child remained silent, a little girl raised her hand. The examiner nodded.

“Yes, you may name any other products of India.”

“Please, sir,” the child announced proudly, “India-gestion.”

DIPLOMACY

“Now, let me see,” the impecunious man demanded as he buttonholed an acquaintance, “do I owe you anything?”

“Not a penny, my dear sir,” was the genial reply. “You are going about paying your little debts?”

“No, I’m going about to see if I’ve overlooked anybody? Lend me ten till Saturday.”

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* * *

Ted had a habit of dropping in at the house next door on baking day, for the woman of that house had a deft way in the making of cookies, and Ted had no hesitation in enjoying her hospitality, even to the extent of asking for cookies if they were not promptly forthcoming.

When the boy’s father learned of this, he gave Ted a lecture and a strict order never to ask for cookies at the neighbor’s kitchen. So, when a few days later the father saw his son munching a cookie as he came away from the next house, he spoke sternly:

“Have you been begging cookies again?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t beg any,” Ted answered cheerfully. “I just said, this house smells as if it was full of cookies. But what’s that to me?”

* * *

Sometimes the use of a diplomatic method defeats its own purpose, as in the case of the old fellow who was enthusiastic in praise of the busy lawyer from whose office he had just come, after a purely social call.

“That feller, for a busy man,” he declared earnestly, “is one of the pleasantest chaps I ever did meet. Why, I dropped in on him jest to pass the time o’ day this mornin’, an’ I hadn’t been chattin’ with ‘im more’n five minutes before he’d told me three times to come and see ‘im agin.”

* * *

The lady of uncertain age simpered at the gentleman of about the same age who had offered her his seat in the car.

“Why should you be so kind to me?” she gurgled.

“My dear madam, because I myself have a mother and a wife and a daughter.”

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* * *

Diplomacy is shown inversely by the remark of the professor to the lady in this story.

At a reception the woman chatted for some time with the distinguished man of learning, and displayed such intelligence that one of the listeners complimented her.

“Oh, really,” she said with a smile, “I’ve just been concealing my ignorance.”

The professor spoke gallantly.

“Not at all, not at all, my dear madam! Quite the contrary, I do assure you.”

DIRT

We are more particular nowadays about cleanliness than were those of a past generation. Charles Lamb, during a whist game, remarked to his partner:

“Martin, if dirt were trumps, what a hand you’d have!”

* * *

The French aristocrats were not always conspicuously careful in their personal habits. A visitor to a Parisian grande dame remarked to her hostess:

“But how dirty your hands are.”

The great lady regarded her hands doubtfully, as she replied:

“Oh, do you think so? Why, you ought to see my feet!”

DISCIPLINE

Jimmy found much to criticise in his small sister. He felt forced to remonstrate with his mother.

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“Don’t you want Jenny to be a good wife like you when she grows up?” he demanded. His mother nodded assent.

“Then you better get busy, ma. You make me give into her all the time ’cause I’m bigger ‘en she is. You’re smaller ‘en pa, but when he comes in, you bring him his slippers, and hand him the paper.” Jimmie yanked his go-cart from baby Jennie, and disregarded her wail of anger as he continued:

“Got to dis’pline her, or she’ll make an awful wife!”

DISCRETION

The kindly and inquisitive old gentleman was interested in the messenger boy who sat on the steps of a house, and toyed delicately with a sandwich taken from its wrapper. With the top piece of bread carefully removed, the boy picked out and ate a few small pieces of the chicken. The puzzled observer questioned the lad:

“Now, sonny, why don’t you eat your sandwich right down, instead of fussing with it like that?”

The answer was explicit:

“Dasn’t! ‘Tain’t mine.”

DIVORCE

The court was listening to the testimony of the wife who sought a divorce.

“Tell me explicitly,” the judge directed the woman, “what fault you have to find with your husband.”

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And the wife was explicit:

“He is a liar, a brute, a thief and a brainless fool!”

“Tut, tut!” the judge remonstrated. “I suspect you would find difficulty in proving all your assertions.”

“Prove it!” was the retort. “Why, everybody knows it.”

“If you knew it,” his honor demanded sarcastically, “why did you marry him?”

“I didn’t know it before I married him.”

The husband interrupted angrily:

“Yes, she did, too,” he shouted. “She did so!”

DOCTORS

A victim of chronic bronchitis called on a well-known physician to be examined. The doctor, after careful questioning, assured the patient that the ailment would respond readily to treatment.

“You’re so sure,” the sufferer inquired, “I suppose you must have had a great deal of experience with this disease.”

The physician smiled wisely, and answered in a most confidential manner:

“Why, my dear sir, I’ve had bronchitis myself for more than fifteen years.”

* * *

A member of the faculty in a London medical college was appointed an honorary physician to the king. He proudly wrote a notice, on the blackboard in his class-room:

“Professor Jennings informs his students that he has been appointed honorary physician to His Majesty, King George.”

When he returned to the class-room in the afternoon he found written below his notice this line:

“God save the King.”

* * *

The Chinaman expressed his gratitude to that mighty physician Sing Lee, as follows:

“Me velly sick man. Me get Doctor Yuan Sin. Takee him medicine. Velly more sick. Me get Doctor Hang Shi. Takee him medicine. Velly bad-think me go die. Me callee Doctor Kai Kon. Him busy-no can come. Me get well.”

* * *

The instructor in the Medical College exhibited a diagram.

“The subject here limps,” he explained, “because one leg is shorter than the other.” He addressed one of the students:

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“Now, Mr. Snead, what would you do in such a case?”

Young Snead pondered earnestly and replied with conviction:

“I fancy, sir, that I should limp, too.”

* * *

The physician turned from the telephone to his wife:

“I must hurry to Mrs. Jones’ boy-he’s sick.”

“Is it serious?”

“Yes. I don’t know what’s the matter with him, but she has a book on what to do before the doctor comes. So I must hurry. Whatever it is, she mustn’t do it.”

DOCTRINE

In a former generation, when elaborate doctrines were deemed more important by Christian clergymen than they are to-day, they were prone to apply every utterance of the Bible to the demonstration of their own particular tenets. For example, one distinguished minister announced his text and introduced his sermon as follows:

“‘So, Mephibosheth dwelt in Jerusalem, for he did eat at the King’s table, and he was lame on both his feet.’

“My brethren, we are here taught the doctrine of human depravity.-Mephibosheth was lame. Also the doctrine of total depravity-he was lame on both his feet. Also the doctrine of justification-for he dwelt in Jerusalem. Fourth, the doctrine of adoption-’he did eat at the King’s table.’ Fifth, the doctrine of the[Pg 75] perseverance of the saints-for we read that ‘he did eat at the King’s table continually.’”

DOCUMENTARY EVIDENCE

During the worst of the spy-scare period in London a man was brought into the police station, who declared indignantly that he was a well-known American citizen. But his captor denounced him as a German, and offered as proof the hotel register, which he had brought along. He pointed to the signature of the accused. It read:

“V. Gates.”

DOGS

The tramp was sitting with his back to a hedge by the wayside, munching at some scraps wrapped in a newspaper. A lady, out walking with her pet Pomeranian, strolled past. The little dog ran to the tramp, and tried to muzzle the food. The tramp smiled expansively on the lady.

“Shall I throw the leetle dog a bit, mum?” he asked.

The lady was gratified by this appearance of kindly interest in her pet, and murmured an assent. The tramp caught the dog by the nape of the neck and tossed it over the hedge, remarking:

“And if he comes back, mum, I might throw him a bit more.”

* * *

Many a great man has been given credit as originator of this cynical sentiment:

“The more I see of men, the more I respect dogs.”

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* * *

The fox terrier regarded with curious interest the knot tied in the tail of the dachshund.

“What’s the big idea?” he inquired.

“That,” the dachshund answered, “is a knot my wife tied to make me remember an errand.”

The fox terrier wagged his stump of tail thoughtfully.

“That,” he remarked at last, “must be the reason I’m so forgetful.”

* * *

During the siege of Paris in the Franco-German war, when everybody was starving, one aristocratic family had their pet dog served for dinner. The master of the house, when the meal was ended, surveyed the platter through tear-dimmed eyes, and spoke sadly:

“How Fido would have enjoyed these bones!”

* * *

The young clergyman during a parochial call noticed that the little daughter of the hostess was busy with her slate while eying him closely from time to time.

“And what are you doing, Clara?” he asked, with his most engaging smile.

“I’m drawing a picture of you,” was the answer.

The clerical visitor sat very still to facilitate the work of the artist. But, presently, Clara shook her head in discouragement.

“I don’t like it much,” she confessed. “I guess I’ll put a tail on it, and call it a dog.”

* * *

The meditative Hollander delivered a monologue to his dog:

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“You vas only a dog, but I vish I vas you. Ven you go your bed in, you shust turn round dree times and lie down; ven I go de bed in, I haf to lock up the blace, and vind up de clock, and put out de cat, and undress myself, and my vife vakes up and scolds, and den de baby vakes and cries and I haf to valk him de house around, and den maybe I get myself to bed in time to get up again.

“Ven you get up you shust stretch yourself, dig your neck a little, and you vas up. I haf to light de fire, put on de kiddle, scrap some vit my vife, and get myself breakfast. You be lays round all day and haf blenty of fun. I haf to vork all day and have blenty of drubble. Ven you die, you vas dead; ven I die, I haf to go somewhere again.”

* * *

* * *

The newly married pair quarreled seriously, so that the wife in a passion finally declared:

“I’m going home to my mother!”

The husband maintained his calm in the face of this calamity, and drew out his pocketbook.

“Here,” he said, counting out some bills, “is the money for your railroad fare.”

The wife took it, and counted it in her turn. Then she faced her husband scornfully:

“But that isn’t enough for a return ticket.”

* * *

The good wife, after she and her husband had retired for the night, discoursed for a long time with much eloquence. When she was interrupted by a snore from her spouse, she thumped the sleeper into wakefulness, and then remarked:

“John, do you know what I think of a man who will go to sleep while his own wife is a-talkin’ to him?”

“Well, now, I believe as how I do, Martha,” was the drowsily uttered response. “But don’t let that stop you. Go right ahead, an’ git it off your mind.”

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DOUBT

Small Jimmie discussed with his chief crony the minister’s sermon which had dealt with the sheep and the goats.

“Me,” he concluded, “I don’t know which I am. Mother calls me her lamb, and father calls me kid.”

* * *

Ability to look on two sides of a question is usually a virtue, but it may degenerate into a vice. Thus, a visitor found his bachelor friend glumly studying an evening waistcoat. When inquiry was made, this explanation was forthcoming:

“It’s quite too soiled to wear, but really, it’s not dirty enough to go to the laundry. I can’t make up my mind just what I should do about it.”

DRAMA

The new play was a failure. After the first act, many left the theatre; at the end of the second, most of the others started out. A cynical critic as he rose from his aisle seat raised a restraining hand.

“Wait!” he commanded loudly. “Women and children first!”

DREAMS

The group of dwellers at the seaside was discussing the subject of dreams and their significance. During a[Pg 80] pause, one of the party turned to a little girl who had sat listening intently, and asked:

“Do you believe that dreams come true?”

“Of course, they do,” the child replied firmly. “Last night I dreamed that I went paddling-and I had!”

DRESS

“Oh, have you heard? Mrs. Blaunt died to-day while trying on a new dress.”

“How sad! What was it trimmed with?”

* * *

The son of the house had been reading of an escaped lunatic.

“How do they catch lunatics?” he asked.

The father, who had just paid a number of bills, waxed sarcastic:

“With enormous straw hats, with little bits of ones, with silks and laces and feathers and jewelry, and so on and so on.”

“I recall now,” the mother spoke up, “I used to wear things of that sort until I married you.”

It was nine o’clock in the morning, but this particular passenger on the platform of the trolley car still wore a much crumpled evening suit.

As the car swung swiftly around a curve this riotous liver was jolted off, and fell heavily on the cobble stones.[Pg 81] The car stopped, and the conductor, running back, helped the unfortunate man to scramble to his feet. The bibulous passenger was severely shaken, but very dignified.

“Collision?” he demanded.

“No,” the conductor answered.

“Off the track?” was the second inquiry.

“No,” said the conductor again.

“Well!” was the indignant rejoinder. “If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have got off.”

* * *

The very convivial gentleman left his club happy, but somewhat dazed. On his homeward journey, made tackingly, he ran against the vertical iron rods that formed a circle of protection for the trunk of a tree growing by the curb. He made a tour around the barrier four times, carefully holding to one rod until he had a firm grasp on the next. Then, at last, he halted and leaned despairingly against the rock to which he held, and called aloud for succor:

“Hellup! hellup! Somebody let me out!”

* * *

The highly inebriated individual halted before a solitary tree, and regarded it as intently as he could, with the result that he saw two trees. His attempt to pass between these resulted in a near-concussion of the brain. He reeled back, but presently sighted carefully, and tried again, with the like result. When this had happened a half-dozen times, the unhappy man lifted up his voice and wept.

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“Lost-Lost!” he sobbed. “Hopelessly lost in an impenetrable forest!”

* * *

The proprietor of the general store at the cross-roads had his place overrun by rats, and the damage was such that he offered a hundred dollars reward to anyone who would rid him of the pests. A disreputable-appearing person turned up one morning, and announced that he was a professional rat-killer.

“Get to work,” the store-keeper urged.

“I must have a pound of cheese,” the killer declared.

When this had been provided:

“Now give me a quart of whiskey.”

Equipped with the whiskey, the professional spoke briskly:

“Now show me the cellar.”

An hour elapsed, and then the rat-catcher galloped up the cellar stairs and leaped into the store. His face was red, the eyes glaring, and he shook his fists in defiance of the world at large, as he jumped high in air and shouted:

“Whoopee! I’m ready! bring on your rats!”

* * *

Two Southern gentlemen, who were of very convivial habits, chanced to meet on the street at nine o’clock in the morning after an evening’s revel together. The major addressed the colonel with decorous solemnity:

“Colonel, how do you feel, suh?”

The colonel left nothing doubtful in the nature of his reply:

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“Major,” he declared tartly, “I feel like thunder, suh, as any Southern gentleman should, suh, at this hour of the morning!”

* * *

The old toper was asked if he had ever met a certain gentleman, also notorious for his bibulous habits.

“Know him!” was the reply. “I should say I do! Why, I got him so drunk one night it took three hotel porters to put me to bed.”

* * *

A farmer, who indulged in sprees, was observed in his Sunday clothes throwing five bushels of corn on the ear into the pen where he kept half a dozen hogs, and he was heard to mutter:

“Thar, blast ye! if ye’re prudent, that orter last ye.”

* * *

A mouse chanced on a pool of whiskey that was the result of a raid by prohibition-enforcement agents. The mouse had had no previous acquaintance with liquor, but now, being thirsty, it took a sip of the strange fluid, and then retired into its hole to think. After some thought, it returned to the pool, and took a second sip of the whiskey. It then withdrew again to its hole, and thought. Presently, it issued and drew near the pool for the third time. Now, it took a big drink. Nor did it retreat to its hole. Instead, it climbed on a soap box, stood on its hind legs, bristled its whiskers, and squeaked:

“Now, bring on your cat!”

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* * *

The owner of a hunting lodge in Scotland presented his gamekeeper with a fur cap, of the sort having ear flaps. When at the lodge the following year, the gentleman asked the gamekeeper how he liked the cap. The old man shook his head dolefully.

“I’ve nae worn it since the accident.”

“What accident was that?” his employer demanded. “I’ve heard of none.”

“A mon offered me a dram, and I heard naething of it.”

* * *

The old farmer was driving home from town, after having imbibed rather freely. In descending a hill, the horse stumbled and fell, and either could not, or would not, get to its feet again. At last, the farmer spoke savagely:

“Dang yer hide, git up thar-or I’ll drive smack over ye!”

* * *

Mrs. Smith addressed her neighbor, whose husband was notoriously brutal, and she spoke with a purr that was catty:

“You know, my dear, my husband is so indulgent!”

And the other woman retorted, quite as purringly:

“Oh, everybody knows that. What a pity he sometimes indulges too much!”

* * *

In the days before prohibition, a bibulous person issued from a saloon in a state of melancholy intoxication, and outside the door he encountered a teetotaler friend.

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The friend exclaimed mournfully:

“Oh, John, I am so sorry to see you come out of such a place as that!”

The bibulous one wept sympathetically.

“Then,” he declared huskily, “I’ll go right back!” And he did.

* * *

When the Kentucky colonel was in the North, some one asked him if the Kentuckians were in fact very bibulous.

“No, suh,” the colonel declared. “I don’t reckon they’re mo’ than a dozen Bibles in the whole state.”

* * *

The Irish gentleman encountered the lady who had been ill, and made gallant inquiries.

“I almost died,” she explained. “I had ptomaine-poisoning.”

“And is it so?” the Irishman gushed. And he added in a burst of confidence: “What with that, ma’am, and delirium tremens, a body these days don’t know what he dare eat or drink.”

DRUGGED

The police physician was called to examine an unconscious prisoner, who had been arrested and brought to the station-house for drunkenness. After a short examination, the physician addressed the policeman who had made the arrest.

“This fellow is not suffering from the effects of alcohol. He has been drugged.”

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The policeman was greatly disturbed, and spoke falteringly:

“I’m thinkin’, ye’re right, sor. I drugged him all the way to the station.”

DUTY

The traveler was indignant at the slow speed of the train. He appealed to the conductor:

“Can’t you go any faster than this?”

“Yes,” was the serene reply, “but I have to stay aboard.”

ECONOMY

One Japanese bragged to another that he made a fan last twenty years by opening only a fourth section, and using this for five years, then the next section, and so on.

[Pg 87]

The other Japanese registered scorn.

“Wasteful!” he ejaculated. “I was better taught. I make a fan last a lifetime. I open it wide, and hold it under my nose quite motionless. Then I wave my head.”

* * *

Wife:-”Women are not extravagant. A woman can dress smartly on a sum that would keep a man looking shabby.”

Husband:-”That’s right. What you dress on keeps me looking shabby.”

EFFICIENCY

In these days of difficulty in securing domestic servants, mistresses will accept almost any sort of help, but there are limits. A woman interrogated a husky girl in an employment office, who was a recent importation from Lapland. The dialogue was as follows:

“Can you do fancy cooking?”

“Naw.”

“Can you do plain cooking?”

“Naw.”

“Can you sew?”

“Naw.”

“Can you do general housework?”

“Naw.”

“Make the beds, wash the dishes?”

“Naw.”

“Well,” cried the woman in puzzled exasperation, “what can you do?”

“I milk reindeer.”

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* * *

The undertaker regarded the deceased in the coffin with severe disapproval, for the wig persisted in slipping back and revealing a perfectly bald pate. He addressed the widow in that cheerfully melancholy tone which is characteristic of undertakers during their professional public performance.

“Have you any glue?”

The widow wiped her eyes perfunctorily, and said that she had.

“Shall I heat it?” she asked. The undertaker nodded gloomily, and the relic departed on her errand. Presently, she returned with the glue-pot.

But the undertaker shook his head, and regarded her with the gently sad smile to which undertakers are addicted, as he whispered solemnly:

“I found a tack.”

* * *

An engineer, who was engaged on railroad construction in Central America, explained to one of the natives living alongside the right of way the advantages that would come from realization of the projected line. To illustrate his point, he put the question:

“How long does it take you to carry your produce to market by muleback?”

“Three days, señor,” was the answer.

“Then,” said the engineer, “you can understand the benefit the road will be to you. You will be able to take your produce to market, and to return home on the same day.”

“Very good, señor,” the native agreed courteously.

“But, señor, what shall we do with the other two days?”

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EGGS

The farmer decided to give special attention to the development of his poultry yard, and he undertook the work carefully and systematically. His hired man, who had been with him for a number of years, was instructed, among other things, to write on each egg the date laid and the breed of the hen. After a month, the hired man resigned.

“I can’t understand,” the farmer declared, surprised and pained, “why you should want to leave.”

“I’m through,” the hired man asserted. “I’ve done the nastiest jobs, an’ never kicked. But I draw the line on bein’ secretary to a bunch o’ hens.”

EGOTISM

The pessimist spoke mournfully to his friend:

“It is only to me that such misfortunes happen.”

“What’s the matter now?”

The pessimist answered dolefully:

“Don’t you see that it is raining?”

ELEPHANT

A circus man was scouring the countryside in search of an elephant that had escaped from the menagerie and wandered off. He inquired of an Irishman working in a field to learn if the fellow had seen any strange animal thereabouts.

[Pg 90]

“Begorra, Oi hev thot!” was the vigorous answer. “There was an inju-rubber bull around here, pullin’ carrots with its tail.”

ELOPEMENT

Some months after the elopement, an old friend met the bridegroom, and asked eagerly for details.

“What about her father? Did he catch you?”

“Just that!” quoth the bridegroom grimly. “Incidentally, I may add that the old boy is living with us still.”

EPITAPH

In an Irish cemetery stands a handsome monument with an inscription which runs thus:

“This monument is erected to the memory of James[Pg 91] O’Flinn, who was accidentally shot by his brother as a mark of affection.”

* * *

The smug satisfaction of the rustic in his clear perception and shrewd reasoning is illustrated by the dialogue between two farmers meeting on the road.

“Did you hear that old man Jones’s house burned down last night?”

“I ain’t a mite surprised. I was goin’ past there in the evenin’, an’ when I saw the smoke a-comin’ out all round under the eaves, I sez to myself, sez I, ‘Where there’s smoke there must be fire.’ An’ so it was!”

* * *

“Shall I leave the hall light burning, ma’am?” the servant asked.

“No,” her mistress replied. “I think my husband won’t get home until daylight. He kissed me goodbye before he went, and gave me twenty dollars for a new hat.”

[Pg 92]

EXPECTANCY

An Irishman on a scaffolding four stories high heard the noon whistle. But when he would have descended, he found that the ladder had been removed. One of his fellow workmen on the pavement below, to whom he called, explained that the foreman had carried off the ladder for another job.

“But how’ll I get down?” Pat demanded.

Mike, on the pavement, suggested jumping as the[Pg 93] only means. Pat’s lunch was below, he was hungry, and he accepted the suggestion seriously.

“Will yez kitch me?” he demanded.

“Sure, an’ I’ll do that,” Mike agreed.

Pat clapped his arms in imitation of a rooster, and crowed, to bolster up his courage, and leaped. He regained consciousness after a short interval, and feebly sat up on the pavement. He regarded Mike reproachfully.

“For why did yez not kitch me?” he asked, and the pain in bones sounded in his voice.

“Begorry,” Mike replied sympathetically, “I was waiting for yez to bounce!”

EXPENSE ACCOUNT

The woman wrote a reference for her discharged cook as follows:

“Maggie Flynn has been employed by me for a month. She is an excellent cook, but I could not afford to make use of her services longer.”

The husband, who was present, afterward expressed his surprise at the final clause.

“But it’s true,” the wife answered. “The dishes she smashed cost double her wages.”

EXPERIENCE

The baby pulled brother’s hair until he yelled from the pain of it. The mother soothed the weeping boy:

[Pg 94]

“Of course, she doesn’t know how badly it hurts.” Then she left the room.

She hurried back presently on hearing frantic squalling from baby.

“What in the world is the matter with her?” she questioned anxiously.

“Nothin’ ‘tall,” brother replied contentedly. “Only now she knows.”

EXPLICITNESS

On her return home after an absence of a few hours, the mother was displeased to find that little Emma, who[Pg 95] was ailing, had not taken her pill at the appointed time, although she had been carefully directed to do so.

“You were very naughty, Emma,” the mother chided. “I told you to be sure and take that pill.”

“But, mamma,” the child pleaded in extenuation, “you didn’t tell me where to take it to.”

EXTRAVAGANCE

A rich and listless lady patron examined the handbags in a leading jeweler’s shop in New York City. The clerk exhibited one bag five inches square, made of platinum and with one side almost covered with a setting of diamonds. This was offered at a price of $9,000.

But the lady surveyed the expensive bauble without enthusiasm. She turned it from side to side and over and over, regarding it with a critical eye and frowning disapprovingly. At last she voiced her comment:

“Rather pretty, but I don’t like this side without diamonds. Honestly, the thing looks skimpy-decidedly skimpy!”

For $7,000 additional, the objectional skimpiness was corrected.

FACTS

The burly man spoke lucidly to his gangling adversary:

“You’re a nincompoop, a liar and hoss-thief.”

The other man protested, with a whine in his voice:

“Sech talk ain’t nice-and, anyhow, ’tain’t fair twittin’ on facts.”

[Pg 96]

FASHION

After years of endeavor in poverty, the inventor made a success, and came running home with pockets bulging real money. He joyously strewed thousand-dollar bills in his wife’s lap, crying:

“Now, at last, my dear, you will be able to buy you some decent clothes.”

“I’ll do nothing of the kind,” was the sharp retort. “I’ll get the same kind the other women are wearing.”

* * *

“The naked hills lie wanton to the breeze,

“The fields are nude, the groves unfrocked,

“Bare are the shivering limbs of shameless trees,

“What wonder is it that the corn is shocked?”

But not the modern woman!

FAVORS

At the village store, the young farmer complained bitterly.

“Old Si Durfee wants me to be one of the pall-bearers once more at his wife’s funeral. An’ it’s like this. Si had me fer pall-bearer when his first wife was buried. An’ then agin fer his second. An’ when Eliza died, she as was his third, he up an’ axed me agin. An’ now, I snum, it’s the fourth time. An’ ye know, a feller can’t be the hull time a-takin’ favors, an’ not payin’ ‘em back.”

[Pg 97]

FIGHTING

The boy hurried home to his father with an announcement:

“Me and Joe Peck had a fight to-day.”

The father nodded gravely.

“Mr. Peck has already called to see me about it.”

The little boy’s face brightened.

“Gee, pop! I hope you made out ’s well ’s I did!”

FINANCE

A very black little girl made her way into the presence of the lady of the house, and with much embarrassment, but very clearly, explained who she was, and what her mission:

“Please, mum, I’se Ophelia. I’se de washerwoman’s little girl, an’ mama, she sent me to say, would you please to len’ her a dime. She got to pay some bills.”

* * *

The successful financier snorted contemptuously.

“Money! pooh! there are a million ways of making money.”

“But only one honest way,” a listener declared.

“What way is that?” the financier demanded.

“Naturally, you wouldn’t know,” was the answer.

* * *

The eminent financier was discoursing.

“The true secret of success,” he said, “is to find out what the people want.”

[Pg 98]

“And the next thing,” someone suggested, “is to give it to them.”

The financier shook his head contemptuously.

“No-to corner it.”

* * *

The eminent banker explained just how he started in business:

“I had nothing to do, and I rented an empty store, and put up a sign, Bank. As soon as I opened for business, a man dropped in, and made a deposit of two hundred dollars. The next day another man dropped in and deposited three hundred dollars. And so, sir, the third day, my confidence in the enterprise reached such a point that I put in fifty dollars of my own money.”

“My pa, he’s a financier,” boasted one small boy to another.

“‘Tain’t much to brag of,” the other sneered. “My pa an’ uncle Jack are in jail, too.”

FLATTERY

An eminent statesman was being driven rapidly by his chauffeur, when the car struck and killed a dog that leaped in front of it. At the statesman’s order, the chauffeur stopped the car, and the great man got out and hurried back to where a woman was standing by the remains. The dead dog’s mistress was deeply grieved, and more deeply angered. As the statesman attempted to address her placatingly, she turned on him wrathfully, and told him just what she thought, which was considerable and by no means agreeable. When, at last, she paused for breath, the culprit tried again to soothe her, saying:

“Madam, I shall be glad to replace your dog.”

The woman drew herself up haughtily, surveyed the statesman with supreme scorn, and hissed:

“Sir, you flatter yourself!”

FLEAS

The debutante was alarmed over the prospect of being taken in to dinner by the distinguished statesman.

“Whatever can we talk about?” she demanded anxiously of her mother.

Afterward, in the drawing-room, she came to her mother with a radiant smile.

[Pg 100]

“He’s fine,” she exclaimed. “We weren’t half way through the soup before we were chatting cozily about the fleas in Italian hotels.”

FLIRTATION

The gentleman at the party, who was old enough to know better, turned to another guest, who had just paused beside him:

“Women are fickle. See that pretty woman by the window? She was smiling at me flirtatiously a few minutes ago and now she looks cold as an iceberg.”

“I have only just arrived,” the other man said. “She is my wife.”

FLOOD

The breakfaster in the cheap restaurant tried to make conversation with the man beside him at the counter.

“Awful rainy spell-like the flood.”

“The flood?” The tone was polite, but inquiring.

“The flood-Noah, the Ark, Mount Ararat.”

The other bit off half a slice of bread, shook his head, and mumbled thickly:

“Hain’t read to-day’s paper yit.”

FLOWERS

Gilbert wrote a couplet concerning-

“An attachment à la Plato

For a bashful young potato.”

[Pg 101]

Such suggestion is all very well in a humorous ballad, but we do not look for anything of the sort in a serious romance of real life. Nevertheless, a Welsh newspaper of recent date carried the following paragraph:

“At — Church, on Monday last, a very interesting wedding was solemnized, the contracting parties being Mr. Richard –, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. –, and a bouquet of pink carnations.”

FOG

The old gentleman was lost in a London fog, so thick that he could hardly see his hand before his face. He became seriously alarmed when he found himself in a slimy alley. Then he heard footsteps approaching through the obscurity, and sighed with relief.

“Where am I going to?” he cried anxiously.

A voice replied weirdly from the darkness beyond:

“Into the river-I’ve just come out!”

FOLLIES

A wise old Quaker woman once said that men were guilty of three most astonishing follies. The first was the climbing of trees to shake down the fruit, when if they would but wait, the fruit would fall of itself. The second was the going to war to kill one another, when if they would only wait, they must surely die naturally. The third was that they should run after women, when, if they did not do so, the women would surely run after them.

[Pg 102]

FOOD

The Arctic explorer at a reception on his return gave an informal talk concerning his experiences. He explained that a point further north would have been reached, if the dogs had not given out at a critical time.

A lady, who had followed the explorer’s remarks carefully, ventured a comment as the speaker paused:

“But I thought those Esquimaux dogs were actually tireless.”

The explorer hesitated, and cleared his throat before answering.

“I spoke,” he elucidated, “in a-er-culinary sense.”

* * *

The young mother asked the man who supplied her with milk if he kept any calves, and smiled pleasedly when he said that he did.

“Then,” she continued brightly, “bring me a pint of calf’s milk every day. I think cow’s milk is too strong for baby.”

FOREHANDEDNESS

The highly efficient housewife bragged that she always rose early, and had every bed in the house made before anybody else in the house was up.

FORESIGHT

The master directed that the picture should be hung on the east wall; the mistress preferred the west wall.

[Pg 103]

The servant drove the nail where his master directed, but when he was left alone in the room he drove a nail in the other wall.

“That,” he said to himself, “will save my lugging the steps up here again to-morrow, when he has come around to agreeing with her.”

* * *

Two men met on the city street in the evening, and had a number of drinks together. The one who lived in the suburbs became confidential, and exhibited a string tied around a finger.

“I don’t dare to go home,” he explained. “There’s something my wife told me to do, without fail, and to make sure I wouldn’t forget, she tied that string around[Pg 104] my finger. But for the life of me I can’t remember what the thing was I am to do. And I don’t dare to go home!”

A few days later the two men met again, this time in the afternoon.

“Well,” the one asked, “did you finally remember what that string was to remind you of?”

The other showed great gloom in his expression, as he replied:

“I didn’t go home until the next night, just because I was scared, and then my wife told me what the string was for all right-she certainly did!” There was a note of pain in his voice. “The string was to remind me to be sure to come home early.”

* * *

The clergyman drew near to the baptismal font, and directed that the candidates for baptism should now be presented. A woman in the congregation gave a gasp of dismay and turned to her husband, whom she addressed in a strenuous whisper:

“There! I just knew we’d forget something. John, you run right home as fast as you can, and fetch the baby.”

FORM

The traveler wrote an indignant letter to the officials of the railroad company, giving full details as to why he had sat up in the smoking-room all night, instead of sleeping in his berth. He received in reply a letter from the company, which was so courteous and logical[Pg 105] that he was greatly soothed. His mood changed for the worse, however, when he happened to glance at his own letter, which had been enclosed through error. On the margin was jotted in pencil:

“Send this guy the bed-bug letter.”

* * *

A worker in the steel mills applied direct to Mr. Carnegie for a holiday in which to get married. The magnate inquired interestedly concerning the bride:

“Is she tall or short, slender or plump?”

The prospective bridegroom answered seriously:

“Well, sir, I’m free to say, that if I’d had the rollin’ of her, I sure would have given her three or four more passes.”

FRAUD

The hired man on a New England farm went on his first trip to the city. He returned wearing a scarf pin set with at least four carats bulk of radiance. The jewelry dazzled the rural belles, and excited the envy of the other young men. His employer bluntly asked if it was a real diamond.

“If it ain’t,” was the answer, “I was skun out o’ half a dollar.”

FRIENDSHIP

The kindly lady accosted the little boy on the beach, who stood with downcast head, and grinding his toes[Pg 106] into the sand and looking very miserable and lonely indeed.

“Haven’t you anybody to play with?” she inquired sympathetically.

The boy shook his head forlornly, as he explained:

“I have one friend-but I hate him!”

* * *

The clergyman on his vacation wrote a long letter concerning his traveling experiences to be circulated among the members of the congregation. The letter opened in this form:

“Dear Friends:

“I will not address you as ladies and gentlemen, because I know you so well.”

FRENCH

An American tourist in France found that he had a two hours’ wait for his train at a junction, and set out to explore the neighborhood. He discovered at last that he was lost, and could not find his way back to the station. He therefore addressed a passer-by in the best French he could recollect from his college days, mispronouncing it with great emphasis. He voiced his request for information as follows:

“Pardonnez-moi. J’ai quitté ma train et maintenant je ne sais pas où le trouver encore. Est-ce que vous pouvez me montrer le route à la train?”

“Let’s look for it together,” said the stranger genially. “I don’t speak French, either.”

[Pg 107]

FUSSINESS

The traveler in the Blue Ridge Mountains made his toilet as best he could with the aid of the hand basin on its bench by the cabin door and the roller towel. He made use of his own comb and brush, tooth-brush, nail-file and whiskbroom. The small son of the cabin regarded his operations with rounded eyes, and at last broke forth:

“By cricky, mister, I wantta know! Be ye allus thet much trouble to yerself?”

GENDER

It is quite possible to trap clergymen, as well as laymen, with the following question, because they are not always learned in the Old Testament.

“If David was the father of Solomon, and Joab was the son of Zeruiah, what relation was Zeruiah to Joab?”

Most persons give the answer that Zeruiah was the father of Joab, necessarily. That is not the correct answer. The trouble is that Zeruiah was a woman. And, of course, David and Solomon having nothing whatever to do with the case.

GENTLEMAN

There has been much controversy for years as to the proper definition of the much abused word “gentleman.” Finally, by a printer’s error in prefixing un[Pg 108] to an adverb, an old and rather mushy description of a gentleman has been given a novel twist and a pithy point. A contributor’s letter to a metropolitan daily appeared as follows:

“Sir-I can recall no better description of a gentleman than this-

“‘A gentleman is one who never gives offense unintentionally.’”

GEOGRAPHY

The airman, after many hours of thick weather, had lost his bearings completely. Then it cleared and he was able to make a landing. Naturally, he was anxious to know in what part of the world he had arrived. He put the question to the group of rustics that had promptly assembled. The answer was explicit:

“You’ve come down in Deacon Peck’s north medder lot.”

GOD

The little boy was found by his mother with pencil and paper, making a sketch. When asked what he was doing, he answered promptly, and with considerable pride:

“I’m drawing a picture of God.”

“But,” gasped the shocked mother, “you cannot do that. No one has seen God. No one knows how God looks.”

“Well,” the little boy replied, complacently, “when I get through they will.”

GOD’S WILL

The clergyman was calling, when the youthful son and heir approached his mother proudly, and exhibited a dead rat. As she shrank in repugnance, he attempted to reassure her:

[Pg 110]

“Oh, it’s dead all right, mama. We beat it and beat it and beat it, and it’s deader ‘n dead.”

His eyes fell on the clergyman, and he felt that something more was due to that reverend presence. So he continued in a tone of solemnity:

“Yes, we beat it and beat it until-until God called it home!”

GOLF

The eminent English Statesman Arbuthnot-Joyce plays golf so badly that he prefers a solitary round with only the caddy present. He had a new boy one day recently, and played as wretchedly as usual.

“I fancy I play the worst game in the world,” he confessed to the caddy.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, sir,” was the consoling response. “From what the boys were saying about another gentleman who plays here, he must be worse even than you are.”

“What’s his name?” asked the statesman hopefully.

And the caddy replied:

“Arbuthnot-Joyce.”

GRACE

The son and heir had just been confirmed. At the dinner table, following the church service, the father called on his son to say grace. The boy was greatly embarrassed by the demand. Moreover, he was tired, not only from the excitement of the special service[Pg 111] through which he had passed, but also from walking to and from the church, four miles away, and, too, he was very hungry indeed and impatient to begin the meal. Despite his protest, however, the father insisted.

So, at last, the little man folded his hands with a pious air, closed his eyes tight, bent his head reverently, and spoke his prayer:

“O Lord, have mercy on these victuals. Amen!”

* * *

The new clergyman in the country parish, during his visit to an old lady of his flock, inquired if she accepted the doctrine of Falling from Grace. The good woman nodded vigorously.

“Yes, sir,” she declared with pious zeal, “I believe in it, and, praise the Lord! I practise it!”

GRAMMAR

The passing lady mistakenly supposed that the woman shouting from a window down the street was calling to the little girl minding baby brother close by on the curb.

“Your mother is calling you,” she said kindly.

The little girl corrected the lady:

“Her ain’t a-callin’ we. Us don’t belong to she.”

* * *

The teacher asked the little girl if she was going to the Maypole dance. “No, I ain’t going,” was the reply.

The teacher corrected the child:

“You must not say, ‘I ain’t going,’ you must say, ‘I[Pg 112] am not going.’” And she added to impress the point: “I am not going. He is not going. We are not going. You are not going. They are not going. Now, dear, can you say all that?”

The little girl nodded and smiled brightly.

“Sure!” she replied. “They ain’t nobody going.”

* * *

The witness, in answer to the lawyer’s question, said:

“Them hain’t the boots what was stole.”

The judge rebuked the witness sternly:

“Speak grammatic, young man-speak grammatic! You shouldn’t ought to say, ‘them boots what was stole,’ you should ought to say, ‘them boots as was stealed.’”

GRASS

The auctioneer, offering the pasture lot for sale, waved his hand enthusiastically, pointed toward the rich expanse of herbage, and shouted:

“Now, then, how much am I offered for this field? Jest look at that grass, gentlemen. That’s exactly the sort of grass Nebuchadnezzar would have given two hundred dollars an acre for.”

GREED

An eminent doctor successfully attended a sick child. A few days later, the grateful mother called on the physician. After expressing her realization of the fact that his services had been of a sort that could not be fully paid for, she continued:

[Pg 113]

“But I hope you will accept as a token from me this purse which I myself have embroidered.”

The physician replied very coldly to the effect that the fees of the physician must be paid in money, not merely in gratitude, and he added:

“Presents maintain friendship: they do not maintain a family.”

“What is your fee?” the woman inquired.

“Two hundred dollars,” was the answer.

The woman opened the purse, and took from it five $100 bills. She put back three, handed two to the discomfited physician, then took her departure.

GRIEF

At the wake, the bereaved husband displayed all the evidences of frantic grief. He cried aloud heart-rendingly, and tore his hair. The other mourners had to restrain him from leaping into the open coffin.

The next day, a friend who had been at the wake encountered the widower on the street and spoke sympathetically of the great woe displayed by the man.

“Did you go to the cemetery for the burying?” the stricken husband inquired anxiously, and when he was answered in the negative, continued proudly: “It’s a pity ye weren’t there. Ye ought to have seen the way I cut up.”

* * *

The old woman in indigent circumstances was explaining to a visitor, who found her at breakfast, a long category of trials and tribulations.

[Pg 114]

“And,” she concluded, “this very morning, I woke up at four o’clock, and cried and cried till breakfast time, and as soon as I finish my tea I’ll begin again, and probably keep it up all day.”

HABIT

It was the bridegroom’s third matrimonial undertaking, and the bride’s second. When the clergyman on whom they had called for the ceremony entered the parlor, he found the couple comfortably seated. They made no effort to rise, so, as he opened the book to begin the service, he directed them, “Please, stand up.”

The bridegroom looked at the bride, and the bride stared back at him, and then both regarded the clergyman, while the man voiced their decision in a tone that was quite polite, but very firm:

“We have ginerally sot.”

* * *

It is a matter of common knowledge that there have been troublous times in Ireland before those of the present. In the days of the Land League, an Irish Judge told as true of an experience while he was holding court in one of the turbulent sections. When the jury entered the court-room at the beginning of the session, the bailiff directed them to take their accustomed places…. And every man of them walked forward into the dock.

[Pg 115]

HAIR

The school girl from Avenue A, who had just learned that the notorious Gorgon sisters had snakes for hair, chewed her gum thoughtfully as she commented:

“Tough luck to have to get out and grab a mess of snakes any time you want an extry puff.”

HARD TO PLEASE

The rather ferocious-appearing husband who had taken his wife to the beach for a holiday scowled heavily at an amateur photographer, and rumbled in a threatening bass voice:

“What the blazes d’ye mean, photographin’ my wife? I saw ye when ye done it.”

The man addressed cringed, and replied placatingly:

“You’re mistaken, really! I wouldn’t think of doing such a thing.”

“Ye wouldn’t, eh?” the surly husband growled, still more savagely. “And why not? I’d like to know. She’s the handsomest woman on the beach.”

HEARSAY

The convicted feudist was working for a pardon. It was reported to him that the opposing clan was pulling wires against him, and spreading false reports concerning him. He thereupon wrote a brief missive to the governor:

“Deer guvner, if youve heared wat ive heared youve heared youve heared a lie.”

HEAVEN

The clergyman in the following story probably did not mean exactly what he said, though, human nature being what it is, maybe it was true enough.

A parishioner meeting the parson in the street inquired:

“When do you expect to see Deacon Jones again?”

“Never, never again!” the minister declared solemnly. “The deacon is in heaven!”

HELP

The farmer found his new hired man very unsatisfactory. A neighbor who chanced along inquired:

[Pg 117]

“How’s that new hand o’ your’n?”

“Cuss the critter!” was the bitter reply. “He ain’t a hand-he’s a sore thumb.”

* * *

A savage old boar got into a garden, and was doing much damage. When two men tried to drive it out, the animal charged. One of the two climbed a tree, the other dodged, and laid hold on the boar’s tail. He hung on desperately, and man and beast raced wildly round and round the tree. Finally, the man shouted between gasps:

“For heaven’s sake, Bill, climb down here, and help me leggo this ornery old hog!”

HELPFULNESS

Many a mayor is a friend to the people-just like his honor in the following story.

A taxpayer entered the office of the water registrar in a small city, and explained himself and his business there as follows:

“My name is O’Rafferty. And my cellar is full of wather, and my hins will all be drowned intirely if it ain’t fixed. And I’m here to inform yez that I’m wantin’ it fixed.”

It was explained to the complainant that the remedy for his need must be sought at the office of the mayor, and he therefore departed to interview that official.

After an interval of a few days, O’Rafferty made a second visit to the office of the registrar.

“Sure, and I’ve come agin to tell yez that my cellar[Pg 118] is now fuller of water than ever it was before. And I’m tellin’ yez that I want it fixed, and I’m a man that carries votes in my pocket.”

The registrar again explained that he was powerless in the matter, and that the only recourse must be to the mayor.

“The mayor is ut!” O’Rafferty snorted. “Sure and didn’t I see the mayor? I did thot! And what did the mayor say to me? Huh! he said, ‘Mr. O’Rafferty, why don’t you keep ducks?’”

HEN

The customer asked for fresh eggs, and the clerk in the London shop said:

“Them are fresh which has a hen on ‘em.”

“But I don’t see any hen.”

The clerk explained patiently.

“Not the fowl, mum, but the letter hen. Hen stands for noo-laid.”

This is the dialogue between a little girl and a little boy:

“What are you bawling about, Jimmie?”

“I’m cryin’ because maw has wented to heaven.”

“That’s silly. Maybe she hain’t.”

[Pg 119]

* * *

Little Alice questioned her mother concerning heaven, and seemed pleased to be assured that she would have wings and harp and crown.

“And candy, too, mamma?”

The mother shook her head.

“Anyhow,” Alice declared, “I’m tickled we have such a fine doctor.”

HEREDITY

The woman, who had a turn-up nose and was somewhat self-conscious concerning it, bought a new pug dog, and petted it so fondly as to excite the jealousy of her little daughter.

“How do you like your new little brother?” she asked the child teasingly.

The girl replied, rather maliciously, perhaps:

“He looks just like his muvver.”

HIGH PRICES

Two men were talking together in the Public Library. One of them said:

“The dime novel has gone. I wonder where it’s gone to?”

The other, who knew something of literature in its various phases, answered cynically:

“It’s gone up to a dollar and ninety cents.”

[Pg 120]

HINDSIGHT

Mike, the hod-carrier, was still somewhat fuddled when he arose Monday morning, with the result that he put on his overalls wrong side to; with the further result, that he was careless while mounting the ladder later with a load of bricks, and fell to the ground. As he raised himself into a sitting position, a fellow workman asked solicitously:

“Are yez kilt intoirly, Mike?”

Mike, with drooping head, stared down dully at the seat of his overalls, and shook his head.

“No,” he declared in a tone of awe, “I’m not kilt, but I’m terrible twisted.”

* * *

A rustic visitor to the city made a desperate run for the ferry boat as it was leaving the slip. He made a mighty leap, and covered the intervening space, then fell sprawling to the deck, where he lay stunned for about two minutes. At last he sat up feebly, and stared dazedly over the wide expanse of water between boat and shore.

“Holy hop-toads!” he exclaimed in a tone of profound awe. “What a jump!”

HINTING

A Kansas editor hit on the following gentle device for dunning delinquent subscribers to the paper:

“There i$ a little matter that $ome of our $ub$criber$[Pg 121] have $eemingly forgotten entirely. $ome of them have made u$ many promi$e$, but have not kept them. To u$ it i$ a very important matter-it’$ nece$$ary in our bu$me$$. We are very mode$t and don’t like to $peak about $uch remi$$ne$$.”

HISTORY

The faculty were arranging the order of examinations. It was agreed that the harder subjects should be placed first in the list. It was proposed that history should have the final place. The woman teacher of that subject protested:

“But it is certainly one of the easiest subjects,” the head of the faculty declared.

The young woman shook her head, and spoke firmly:

“Not the way I teach it. Indeed, according to my method, it is a very difficult study, and most perplexing.”

* * *

HOGS

The professor and his wife were doubtful about returning to the farm on which they had passed the previous summer, because they had been somewhat annoyed by the proximity of the pigsty to the house. Finally, the professor wrote to the farmer and explained the objectionable feature. He received the following reply:

“We hain’t had no hogs on the place since you was here last summer. Be sure to come.”

HOLDING HIS OWN

The farmer, after seven years of effort on the stony farm, announced to all and sundry:

“Anyhow, I’m holdin’ my own. I hadn’t nothin’ when I come here, an’ I haven’t nothin’ now.”

HOME BREW

The young man had offered his heart and hand to the fair damsel.

[Pg 123]

“Before giving you my decision,” she said sweetly, “I wish to ask you a question.” Then, as he nodded assent: “Do you drink anything?”

The young man replied without an instant of hesitation and proudly:

“Anything!”

And she fell into his arms.

HOMESICKNESS

One of our volunteers in the late war lost some of his first enthusiasm under the bitter experience of campaigning. One night at the front in France, while his company was stationed in a wood, a lieutenant discovered the recruit sitting on a log and weeping bitterly. The officer spoke roughly:

“Now, what are you bawling about, you big baby?”

“I wish I was in my daddy’s barn!” replied the soldier in a plaintive voice.

“In your daddy’s barn!” the astonished lieutenant exclaimed. “What for? What would you do if you were in your daddy’s barn?”

“If I was in my daddy’s barn,” the youth explained huskily through a choking sob, “I’d go into the house mighty quick!”

HONEYMOON

The newly married pair were stopping in a hotel. The bride left the groom in their room while she went out on a brief shopping expedition. She returned in[Pg 124] due time, and passed along the hotel corridor to the door, on which she tapped daintily.

“I’m back, honey-let me in,” she murmured with wishful tenderness. But there was no answer vouchsafed to her plea. She knocked a little more firmly, and raised her voice somewhat to call again:

“Honey, honey-it’s Susie! Let me in!”

Thereupon a very cold masculine voice sounded through the door:

“Madam, this is not a beehive; it’s a bathroom!”

HONORABLE INTENTIONS

A certain man notorious for his slowness paid attention for two years to a young lady, without coming to the point. The girl’s father thought it time for him to interfere. On the swain’s next visit, the father interviewed him:

“Clinton, you’ve been settin’ up with Nellie, an’ takin’ her to picnics, an’ to church an’ buggy-ridin’, an’ nothin’s come of it. So, now, Clinton, I ask you, as man to man, what be your intentions?”

And Clinton responded unabashed:

“Well, answerin’ you as man to man, I’ll say there hain’t no cause for you to ruffle your shirt. My intentions is honorable-but remote.”

HOSPITAL

Little Mary, who had fallen ill, begged for a kitten. It was found that an operation was necessary for the[Pg 125] child’s cure, and that she must go to the hospital. The mother promised that if she would be very brave during this time of trial she should have the very finest kitten to be found.

As Mary was coming out from the influence of the anesthetic, the nurse heard her muttering, and stooping, heard these words:

“It’s a bum way to get a cat.”

HOSPITALITY

The good wife apologized to her unexpected guests for serving the apple pie without cheese. The little boy of the family slipped quietly away from the table for a moment, and returned with a cube of cheese, which he laid on the guest’s plate. The visitor smiled in recognition of the lad’s thoughtfulness, popped the cheese into his mouth, and then remarked:

“You must have sharper eyes than your mother, sonny. Where did you find it?”

The boy replied with a flush of pride:

“In the rat-trap.”

HUMBUG

Two boys once thought to play a trick on Charles Darwin. They took the body of a centipede, the wings of a butterfly, the legs of a grasshopper and the head of a beetle, and glued these together to form a weird monster. With the composite creature in a box, they visited Darwin.

[Pg 126]

“Please, sir, will you tell us what sort of a bug this is?” the spokesman asked.

The naturalist gave a short glance at the exhibit and a long glance at the boys.

“Did it hum?” he inquired solemnly.

The boys replied enthusiastically, in one voice:

“Oh, yes, sir.”

“Well, then,” Darwin declared, “it is a humbug.”

HUMIDITY

The little boy had been warned repeatedly against playing on the lawn when it was damp. Saturday evening, his father heard him recite a Scripture verse learned for the Sunday school.

“‘Put off thy shoes from they feet, for the ground whereon thou standest is–’” He halted at a loss.

“Is what, my boy?” asked the father.

“Is damp.”

HUMILITY

The slow suitor asked:

“Elizabeth, would you like to have a puppy?”

“Oh, Edward,” the girl gushed, “how delightfully humble of you. Yes, dearest, I accept.”

HUNGER

“That woman never turns away a hungry man.”

“Ah, genuinely charitable!”

[Pg 127]

“Hardly that. She says, ‘Are you so hungry you want to saw some wood for a dinner?’ And the answer is, ‘No.’”

HUNTING

An amateur sportsman spent the day with dog and gun, but brought home no game. A friend twitted him with his failure:

“Didn’t you shoot anything at all?”

The honest fellow nodded miserably.

“I shot my dog.”

“Why?” his questioner demanded. “Was he mad?”

The sportsman shook his head doubtfully.

“Not exactly mad,” he asserted; “and not so darned tickled neither!”

IDENTITY

The paying teller told mournfully of his experience with a strange woman who appeared at his wicket to have a check cashed.

“But, madam,” he advised her, “you will have to get some one to introduce you before I can pay you the money on this check.”

The woman stared at him disdainfully.

“Sir!” she said haughtily. “I wish you to understand that I am here strictly on business. I am not making a social call. I do not care to know you.”

[Pg 128]

IDIOMS

The foreigner, who prided himself on his mastery of colloquial expressions in English, was speaking of the serious illness of a distinguished statesman.

“It would be a great pity,” he declared, “if such a splendid man should kick the ghost.”

* * *

The old man told how his brother made a hazardous descent into a well by standing in the bucket while those above operated the windlass.

“And what happened?” one of the listeners asked as the aged narrator paused.

The old man stroked his beard, and spoke softly, in a tone of sorrowing reminiscence:

“He kicked the bucket.”

ILLUSTRATION

Pat was set to work with the circular saw during his first day at the saw mill. The foreman gave careful instructions how to guard against injury, but no sooner was his back turned than he heard a howl from the novice, and, on turning, he saw that Pat had already lost a finger.

“Now, how did that happen?” the foreman demanded.

“Sure,” was the explanation, “I was jist doin’ like this when,-bejabers, there’s another gone!”

[Pg 129]

IMPATIENCE

An acquaintance encountered in the village inquired of Farmer Jones concerning his wife, who was seriously ill. That worthy scowled and spat, and finally answered in a tone of fretful dejection:

“Seems like Elmiry’s falin’ drefful slow. Dinged if I don’t wish as how she’d git well, or somethin’.”

IMPUDENCE

The ice on the river was in perfect condition. A small boy, with his skates on his arm, knocked at the door of the Civil War veteran, who had lost a leg at Antietam. When the door was opened by the old man, the boy asked:

“Are you going out to-day, sir?”

“Well, no, I guess not, sonny,” was the answer. “Why?”

“If you ain’t,” the boy suggested, “I thought I might like to borrow your wooden leg to play hockey.”

INDIRECTION

The bashful suitor finally nerved himself to the supreme effort:

“Er-Jenny, do you-think-er-your mother might-er-seriously consider-er-becoming my-er-mother-in-law?”

[Pg 130]

INHERITANCE

A lawyer made his way to the edge of the excavation where a gang was working, and called the name of Timothy O’Toole.

“Who’s wantin’ me?” inquired a heavy voice.

“Mr. O’Toole,” the lawyer asked, “did you come from Castlebar, County Mayo?”

“I did that.”

“And your mother was named Bridget and your father Michael?”

“They was.”

“It is my duty, then,” said the lawyer, “to inform you, Mr. O’Toole, that your Aunt Mary has died in Iowa, leaving you an estate of sixty thousand dollars.”

There was a short silence below, and then a lively commotion.

“Are you coming, Mr. O’Toole?” the lawyer called down.

“In wan minute,” was bellowed in answer. “I’ve just stopped to lick the foreman.”

It required just six months of extremely riotous living for O’Toole to expend all of the sixty thousand dollars. His chief endeavor was to satisfy a huge inherited thirst.

Then he went back to his job. And there, presently, the lawyer sought him out again.

“It’s your Uncle Patrick, this time, Mr. O’Toole,” the lawyer explained. “He has died in Texas, and left you forty thousand dollars.”

[Pg 131]

O’Toole leaned heavily on his pick, and shook his head in great weariness.

“I don’t think I can take it,” he declared. “I’m not as strong as I wance was, and I misdoubt me that I could go through all that money and live.”

* * *

In a London theatre, a tragedy was being played. The aged king tottered to and fro on the stage as he declaimed:

“On which one of my two sons shall I bestow the crown?”

A voice came down from the gallery:

“Hi saye, guv’nor, myke it ‘arf a crown apiece.”

* * *

Said one Tommy to another:

“That’s a snortin’ pipe, Bill. Where’d you happen on it?”

“It was pussonal property of a Boche what tried to take me prisoner,” was the answer. “Inherited it from him.”

INITIATIVE

The sweet little girl had a violent tussle with her particular chum. Her mother reprimanded her, and concluded by saying:

“It was Satan who suggested to you the pulling of Jenny’s hair.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” the child replied musingly. “But,” she added proudly, “kicking her in the shins was entirely my own idea.”

[Pg 132]

INJUSTICE

The child sat by the road bawling loudly. A passer-by asked him what was the matter.

“My ma, she’s gone and drowned the kittens,” the boy wailed.

“Oh, isn’t that too bad!” was the sympathetic response.

The child bawled the louder.

“An’ ma she promised me that I could drown ‘em.”

INNOCENCE

A little girl four years old was alone in the nursery with the door closed and fastened when her little brother arrived and expressed a desire to come in. The following was the dialogue:

“I wants to tum in, Sissy.”

“But you tan’t tum in, Tom.”

“But I wants to.”

“Well, I’se in my nightie gown an’ nurse says little boys mus’n't see little girls in their nightie gowns.”

There was a period of silence during which the astonished little boy reflected on the mystery. It was ended by Sissy’s calling out:

“You tan tum in now, Tom-I tooked it off.”

* * *

The very young clergyman made his first parochial call. He tried to admire the baby, and asked how old it was.

“Just ten weeks old,” the proud mother replied.

[Pg 133]

And the very young clergyman inquired interestedly:

“And is it your youngest?”

INQUISITIVENESS

In the smoking car, one of the passengers had an empty coatsleeve. The sharer of his seat was of an inquisitive turn, and after a vain effort to restrain his curiosity, finally hemmed and hawed, and said:

“I beg pardon, sir, but I see you’ve lost an arm.”

The one-armed man picked up the empty sleeve in his remaining hand, and felt of it with every evidence of astonishment.

“Bless my soul!” he exclaimed. “I do believe you’re right.”

* * *

The curiosity of the passenger was excited by the fact that his seatmate had his right arm in a sling, and the following dialogue occurred:

“You broke your arm, didn’t you?”

“Well, yes, I did.”

“Had an accident, I suppose?”

“Not exactly. I did it in trying to pat myself on the back.”

“My land! On the back! Now, whatever did you want to pat yourself on the back for?”

“Just for minding my own business.”

INSOMNIA

The man suffering from insomnia quite often makes a mistake in calling the doctor, when what he needs is the preacher.

[Pg 134]

INSULT

The young wife greeted her husband tearfully on his return from the day’s work.

“Oh, Willie, darling,” she gasped, “I have been so insulted!”

“Insulted!” Willie exclaimed wrathfully. “Insulted by whom?”

“By your mother!” the wife declared, and sobbed aloud.

The husband was aghast, but inclined to be skeptical.

“By my mother, Ella? Why, dearest, that’s nonsense. She’s a hundred miles away.”

“But she did,” the wife insisted. “A letter came to you this morning, and it was addressed in your mother’s writing, so, of course, I opened it.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Willie agreed, without any enthusiasm.

“And it was written to you all the whole way through, every word of it, except–”

“Except what?”

“Except the postscript,” the wife flared. “That was the insult-that was to me.” The tears flowed again. “It said: ‘P. S.-Dear Ella, don’t fail to give this letter to Willie. I want him to read it.’”

* * *

Tom Corwin was remarkable for the size of his mouth. He claimed that he had been insulted by a deacon of his church.

“When I stood up in the class meeting, to relate my experience,” Corwin explained, “and opened my[Pg 135] mouth, the Deacon rose up in front and said, ‘Will some brother please close that window, and keep it closed!’”

INSURANCE

The woman at the insurance office inquired as to the costs, amounts paid, etc.

“So,” she concluded, “if I pay five dollars, you pay me a thousand if my house burns down. But do you ask questions about how the fire came to start?”

“We make careful investigation, of course,” the agent replied.

The woman flounced toward the door disgustedly.

“Just as I thought,” she called over her shoulder. “I knew there was a catch in it.”

INTERMISSION

During a lecture, Artemas Ward once startled the crowd of listeners by announcing a fifteen-minute intermission. After contemplating the audience for a few minutes, he relieved their bewilderment by saying:

“Meanwhile, in order to pass the time, we will proceed with the lecture.”

INVENTORS

The profiteer, skimming over the advertisements in his morning paper, looked across the damask and silver and cut glass at his wife, and remarked enviously:

“These inventors make the money. Take cleaners, now, I’ll bet that feller Vacuum has cleared millions.”

The joke maker’s association had a feast. They exploited their humorous abilities, and all made merry, save one glum guest. At last, they insisted that this melancholy person should contribute to the entertainment. He consented, in response to much urging, to offer a conundrum:

“What is the difference between me and a turkey?”

When none could guess the answer, the glum individual explained:

“I am alive. They stuff turkeys with chestnuts after they are dead.”

KINSHIP

The urchin was highly excited, and well he might be when we consider his explanation:

“They got twins up to sisters. One twin, he’s a boy, an’ one twin, she’s a girl, an’ so I’m a uncle an’ a aunt.”

* * *

KISSES

The bridegroom, who was in a horribly nervous condition, appealed to the clergyman in a loud whisper, at the close of the ceremony:

“Is it kisstomary to cuss the bride?”

The clergyman might have replied:

“Not yet, but soon.”

* * *

The young man addressed the old grouch:

“When a fellow has taken a girl to a show, and fed her candy, and given her supper, and taken her home[Pg 139] in a taxi, shouldn’t she let a fellow kiss her good-night?”

The old grouch snorted.

“Humph! He’s already done more than enough for her.”

KISSING

The subject of kissing was debated with much earnestness for a half hour between the girl and her young man caller. The fellow insisted that it was always possible for a man to kiss a girl at will, whether she chose to permit it or not. The maiden was firm in maintaining that such was not the case. Finally, it was decided that the only solution of the question must be by a practical demonstration one way or the other. So, they tried it. They clinched, and the battle was on. After a lively tussle, they broke away. The girl had been kissed-ardently for a period of minutes. Her comment showed an undaunted spirit:

“Oh, well, you really didn’t win fair. My foot slipped … Let’s try it again.”

* * *

The tiny boy fell down and bumped his head. His Uncle Bill picked the child up, with the remark:

“Now I’ll kiss it, and the pain will all be gone.”

The youngster recovered his smiles under the treatment, and then, as he was set down, addressed his uncle eagerly:

“Come down in the kitchen-the cook has the toothache.”

[Pg 140]

* * *

Some Scottish deacons were famous, if not notorious, for the readiness with which they could expound any passage of Scripture. It is recorded of a certain elder that as he read and commented on the thirty-fourth Psalm, he misread the sentence, “Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.” He carelessly read the last two words: “squeaking girls.” But the astonishing phrase did not dismay him in the least, or cause him to hesitate in his exegesis. He expounded instantly and solemnly:

“It is evident from this passage, my brethren, that the Scripture does not absolutely forbid kissing, but, as in Christianity everything is to be done decently and in order, we are here encouraged by this passage to choose rather those girls that take it quietly, in preference to those that squeak under the operation.”

LAUGHTER

Josh Billings said:

“Laff every time yu pheel tickled-and laff once in a while enny how.”

LAW

The lawyer explained to the client his scale of prices:

“I charge five dollars for advising you as to just what the law permits you to do. For giving you advice as to the way you can safely do what the law forbids, my minimum fee is one hundred dollars.”

[Pg 141]

* * *

Some physicians direct their patients to lie always on the right side, declaring that it is injurious to the health to lie on both sides. Yet, lawyers as a class enjoy good health.

LEGERDEMAIN

“What did you do last night?”

“I went to a slight-of-hand performance. Called on Laura Sears, and offered her my hand, and she slighted it.”

[Pg 142]

LENT

“Did you give up anything during Lent?” one man asked another.

“Yes,” was the reply, uttered with a heavy sigh. “I gave up fifty dollars for a new Easter bonnet.”

LIARS

The World War has incited veterans of the Civil War to new reminiscences of old happenings. One of these is based on the fact that furloughs were especially difficult to obtain when the Union army was in front of Petersburg, Virginia. But a certain Irishman was resolved to get a furlough in spite of the ban. He went to the colonel’s tent, and was permitted to enter. He saluted, and delivered himself thus:

“Colonel, I’ve come to ax you to allow me the pleasure of a furlough for a visit home. I’ve been in the field now three years, an’ never home yet to see me family. An’ I jest had a letter from me wife wantin’ av me to come home to see her an’ the children.”

The colonel shook his head decisively.

“No, Mike,” he replied. “I’m sorry, but to tell the truth, I don’t think you ought to go home. I’ve jest had a letter from your wife myself. She doesn’t want you to come home. She writes me that you’d only get drunk, and disgrace her and the children. So you’d better stay right here until your term of service expires.”

“All right, sir,” Mike answered, quite cheerfully. He[Pg 143] saluted and went to the door of the tent. Then he faced about.

“Colonel dear,” he inquired in a wheedling voice, “would ye be after pardonin’ me for a brief remark jist at this toime?”

“Yes, certainly,” the officer assented.

“Ye won’t git mad an’ put me in the guard house for freein’ me mind, so to spake?”

“No, indeed! Say what you wish to.”

“Well, thin, Colonel darlint, I’m afther thinkin’ thar are at the prisint moment in this tint two of the biggest liars in all the Army of the Potomic, an’ sure I’m one av thim-I have no wife.”

LIES

A certain famous preacher when preaching one Sunday in the summer time observed that many among the congregation ware drowsing. Suddenly, then, he paused, and afterward continued in a loud voice, relating an incident that had no connection whatever with his sermon. This was to the following effect:

“I was once riding along a country road. I came to the house of a farmer, and halted to observe one of the most remarkable sights I have ever seen. There was a sow with a litter of ten little pigs. This sow and each of her offspring had a long curved horn growing out of the forehead between the ears.”

The clergyman again paused, and ran his eye over the congregation. Everybody was now wide-awake. He thereupon remarked:

“Behold how strange! A few minutes since, when I[Pg 144] was telling you the truth, you went to sleep. But now when you have heard a whopping lie, you are all wide-awake.”

LIGHTNING

The woman was strong-minded, and she was religious, and she was also afflicted with a very feminine fear of thunder storms. She was delivering an address at a religious convention when a tempest suddenly broke with din of thunder and flare of lightning. Above the noise of the elements, her voice was heard in shrill supplication:

“O Lord, take us under Thy protecting wings, for Thou knowest that feathers are splendid non-conductors.”

LISP

The kindergarten teacher questioned her tiny pupil:

“Do you know, Jennie, what a panther is?”

“Yeth, ma’am,” Jennie replied, beaming. “A panther ith a man who makes panth.”

LITERAL

The class had been told by the teacher to write compositions in which they must not attempt any flights of fancy, but should only state what was really in them. The star production from this command was a composition written by a boy who was both sincere and painstaking. It ran as follows:

[Pg 145]

“I shall not attempt any flites of fancy, but wright just what is really in me. In me there is my stommick, lungs, liver, two apples, two cakes and my dinner.”

LITERALNESS

The visitor from the city stopped in at the general store of the village, and inquired:

“Have you anything in the shape of automobile tires?”

“Yep,” the store-keeper answered briskly, “life-preservers, invalid cushions, funeral wreaths, doughnuts, an’ sich.”

LOGIC

The mother came on her little son who was standing thoughtfully before the gooseberry bush in the garden. She noted that his expression was both puzzled and distressed.

“Why, what’s the matter, little lamb?” she asked tenderly.

“I’m finkin, muvver,” the boy answered.

“What about, little man?”

“Have gooseberries any legs, muvver?”

“Why, no! Of course not, dear.”

The perplexity passed from the little boy’s face, but the expression of trouble deepened, as he spoke again:

“Then, muvver, I fink I’ve swallowed a catapillar.”

LOQUACITY

The two old Scotchmen played a round of seventeen holes without a word exchanged between them. As they[Pg 146] came to the eighteenth green, Sandy surveyed the lie, and muttered:

“Dormie.”

Quoth Tammas, with a snarl:

“Chatter-r-rbox!”

LOVE

The philosopher calmly defined the exact difference between life and love:

“Life is just one fool thing after another: love is just two fool things after each other.”

LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT

The little girl came in tears to her mother.

“God doesn’t love me,” she sobbed.

“Of course, God loves you,” the mother declared. “How did you ever come to get such an idea?”

“No,” the child persisted, “He doesn’t love me. I know-I tried Him with a daisy.”

LUCK

The pessimist quoted from his own experience at poker in illustration of the general cussedness of things:

“Frequent, I have sot in a poker game, and it sure is queer how things will turn out. I’ve sot hour after hour in them games, without ever takin’ a pot. And then, ‘long about four o’clock in the mornin’, the luck’d turn-it’d take a turn for the worse.”

[Pg 147]

* * *

“How did you find your steak?” asked the waiter of a patron in the very expensive restaurant.

“Just luck,” the hungry man replied, sadly. “I happened to move that small piece of potato, and there it was!”

* * *

The new reporter wrote his concluding paragraph concerning the murder as follows:

“Fortunately for the deceased, he had deposited all of his money in the bank the day before. He lost practically nothing but his life.”

* * *

The editor of the country paper went home to supper, smiling radiantly.

“Have you had some good luck?” his wife questioned.

“Luck! I should say so. Deacon Tracey, who hasn’t paid his subscription for ten years, came in and stopped his paper.”

LUNACY

The lunatic peered over the asylum wall, and saw a man fishing from the bank of the river that ran close by. It was raining hard, which cooled the fevered brow of the lunatic and enabled him to think with great clearness. In consequence, he called down to the drenched fisherman:

“Caught anything?”

The man on the bank looked up, and shook his head glumly.

[Pg 148]

“How long you been there?” the lunatic next demanded.

“Three hours,” was the answer.

The lunatic grinned hospitably, and called down an invitation:

“Come inside!”

LUXURY

The retired colonel, who had seen forty years of active service, gave his body servant, long his orderly, explicit instructions:

“Every morning, at five sharp, Sam, you are to wake me up, and say, ‘Time for the parade, sir.’

“Then, I’ll say, ‘Damn the parade!’ and turn over and go to sleep again.”

LYING

The juryman petitioned the court to be excused, declaring:

“I owe a man twenty-five dollars that I borrowed, and as he is leaving town to-day for some years I want to catch him before he gets to the train and pay him the money.”

“You are excused,” the judge announced in a very cold voice. “I don’t want anybody on the jury who can lie like you.”

* * *

The tender young mother detected her baby boy in a deliberate lie. With tears in her eyes, and a catch in[Pg 149] her voice, she sought to impress upon him the enormity of his offense.

“Do you know,” she questioned severely, “what happens to little boys who tell falsehoods?”

The culprit shook his head in great distress, and the mother explained carefully:

“Why, a great big black man, with horns on his head and one eye in the center of his forehead, comes along and grabs the little boy who has told a falsehood, and flies with him up to the moon, and keeps him there sifting ashes all the rest of his life. You won’t ever tell another falsehood, will you, darling? It’s wicked!”

Mother’s baby boy regarded the speaker with round-eyed admiration.

“Oh, ma,” he gurgled, “what a whopper!”

MAIDENS

“I wish I could know how many men will be made wretched when I get married,” said the languishing coquette to her most intimate confidante.

“I’ll tell you,” came the catty answer, “if you’ll tell me how many men you’re going to marry.”

MAIDEN SPEECH

The unhappy man explained the cause of his wretchedness:

“I’ve never made a speech in my life. But last night at the dinner at the club they insisted on my making some remarks, and I got up, and began like this:

“As I was sitting on my thought, a seat struck me.”

[Pg 150]

MANNERS

It is told of Prince Herbert Bismarck that at a reception in the Royal Palace in Berlin he rudely jostled a high dignitary of the Italian church. In answer to the prelate’s expression of annoyance, the Prince drew himself haughtily erect, and said, “I am Herbert Bismarck.”

“Ah,” replied the churchman, “that fact is perhaps an apology; certainly, it is a complete explanation.”

* * *

The tenderfoot in the Western town asked for coffee and rolls at the lunch counter. He was served by the waitress, and there was no saucer for the cup.

“What about the saucer?” he asked.

The girl explained:

“We don’t hand out saucers no more. We found, if we did, like’s not, some low-brow would drift in an’ drink out of the saucer, an’ that ain’t good fer trade. This here is a swell dump.”

* * *

After treading rather heavily on her foot, the man in the street car made humble apology to the woman. She listened in grim silence, and, when he had made an end, spoke very much to the point:

“That’s it! Walk all over a body’s feet, an’ then blat about how sorry you be. Well, I jest want you to understand that if I wasn’t a puffick lady, I’d slap your dirty face!”

[Pg 151]

MARKSMANSHIP

During the Saturday night revels in a frontier town, the scrawniest and skinniest beanpole-type citizen got shot in the leg. The only doctor in the town had done celebrating and gone to bed. A posse of citizens pounded on the doctor’s door, until he thrust his head out of a window.

“Whazzamazzer?” he called down.

“Comea-runnin’, Doc. Joe Jinks’s been shot.”

“Whereabouts shot?”

“In the laig.”

“Some shootin’!” And the doctor slammed the window shut.

MARRIAGE

Love is blind, but marriage is an eye-opener.

* * *

The mild little husband was appealing to the court for protection from the large, bony belligerent and baleful female who was his wife.

“Let us begin at the beginning,” said the judge. “Where did you first meet this woman who has thus abused you?”

The little man shuddered, and looked everywhere except at his wife as he replied:

“I never did, so to say, meet up with her. She jest naturally overtook me.”

[Pg 152]

* * *

An African newspaper recently carried the following advertisement:

Wanted
Small nicely furnished house, nice
locality, from August 1st, for
nearly married couple.

* * *

The solemn ceremony of marriage was being performed for the blushing young bride and the elderly gentleman who had been thrice widowed. There was a sound of loud sobs from the next room. The guests were startled, but a member of the bridegroom’s family explained:

“That’s only our Jane. She always cries when Pa is gettin’ married.”

* * *

* * *

Deacon Gibbs explained why he had at last decided to move into town in spite of the fact that he had always declared himself a lover of life in the country. But his explanation was clear and conclusive.

“My third wife, Mirandy, she don’t like the country, an’ what Mirandy she don’t like, I jist nacherly hev to hate.”

[Pg 153]

* * *

The wife suggested to her husband that he should pay back to her the dollar he had borrowed the week before.

“But,” the husband protested indignantly, “I’ve already paid that dollar back to you twice! You can’t expect me to pay it again!”

“Oh, very well,” the wife retorted with a contemptuous sniff, “never mind, since you are as mean as that.”

* * *

The very youthful son of a henpecked father was in a gloomy mood, rebellious against the conditions of his life. He announced a desperate purpose:

“I’m going to get married. I’m bossed by pa an ma, an’ teacher, an’ I ain’t going to stan’ for it. I’m going to get married right smack off. A married man ain’t bossed by nobody ‘cept his wife.”

* * *

The woman was six feet tall and broad and brawny in proportion. The man was a short five feet, anemic and wobegone. The woman haled him before the justice of the peace with a demand that he marry her or go to jail.

“Did you promise to marry this lady?” the justice asked.

“Guilty, your honor,” was the answer.

The justice turned to the woman: “Are you determined to marry this man?”

“I am!” she snapped.

“Join hands,” the justice commended. When they had done so he raised his own right hand impressively and spoke solemnly:

“I pronounce you twain woman and husband.”

[Pg 154]

* * *

A lady received a visit from a former maid three months after the girl had left to be married.

“And how do you like being married?” the lady inquired.

The bride replied with happy enthusiasm:

“Oh, it’s fine, ma’am-getting married is! Yes’m, it’s fine! but, land’s sake, ma’am,” she added suddenly, “ain’t it tedious!”

Mrs. Rafferty stopped to address Mrs. Flannagan, who was standing at ease in the door of the tenement. She spoke with an air of fine pride:

[Pg 156]

“I’m afther havin’ a letter from me boy. He tells me that fer meritorious condooct, his sintince will be reduced six months.”

Mrs. Flannagan beamed appreciatively on hearing the glad tidings.

“Sure, now, an’ what a comfort it must be t’ yez, havin’ a son what does ye such credit.”

MILITARY DISCIPLINE

The raw recruit was on sentry duty. He had a piece of pie, which he had brought from the canteen, and proceeded to enjoy it. Just then, the colonel happened along, and scowled at the sentry, who paid no attention to him whatever.

“Do you know who I am?” the officer demanded.

The sentry shook his head. “Mebby, the veterinarian, or the barber, or mebby the colonel himself.” The sentry laughed loudly at his own wit. But he wiltered as the officer sternly declared his identity.

“Oh good land!” the recruit cried out in consternation. “Please, hold this pie while I present arms.”

MISCELLANY

It is related concerning a sofa, belonging to a man blessed (?) with seven daughters, all unmarried, which was sent to the upholsterer to be repaired, that, when taken apart, the following articles were discovered:

Forty-seven hairpins, three mustache combs, nineteen suspender buttons, thirteen needles, eight cigarettes, four photographs, two hundred and seventeen pins, some[Pg 157] grains of coffee, a number of cloves, twenty-seven cuff-buttons, six pocket-knives, fifteen poker-chips, a vial of homeopathic medicine for the nerves, thirty-four lumps of chewing-gum, fifty-nine toothpicks, twenty-eight matches, fourteen button-hooks, two switches, a transformation and two plates of false teeth, which apparently had bitten each other.

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

The raw Irishman was told by the farmer for whom he worked that the pumpkins in the corn patch were mule’s eggs, which only needed someone to sit on them to hatch. Pat was ambitious to own a mule, and, selecting a large pumpkin, he sat on it industriously every moment he could steal from his work. Came a day when he grew impatient, and determined to hasten the hatching. He stamped on the pumpkin. As it broke open, a startled rabbit broke from its cover in an adjacent corn shock and scurried across the field. Pat chased it, shouting:

“Hi, thar! Stop! don’t yez know your own father?”

* * *

The meek-looking gentleman arose hastily and offered his seat in the car to the self-assertive woman who had entered and glared at him. She gave him no thanks as she seated herself, but she spoke in a heavy voice that filled the whole car:

“What are you standing up there for? Come here, and sit on my lap.”

The modest man turned scarlet as he huskily faltered:

[Pg 158]

“I fear, madam, that I am not worthy of such an honor.”

“How dare you!” the woman boomed. “You know perfectly well I was speaking to my niece behind you.”

* * *

The little man was perfectly harmless, but the lady sitting next to him in the car was a spinster, and suspicious of all males. So, since they were somewhat crowded on the seat, she pushed the umbrella between her knee and his and held it firmly as a barrier. A shower came up, and the woman when she left the car, put up the umbrella. As she did so, she perceived that the little man had followed her. She had guessed that he was a masher, now she knew it. She walked quickly down the side street, and the man pursued through the driving rain. She ran up the steps of her home, and rang the bell. When she heard the servant coming to the door, feeling herself safe at last, she faced about and addressed her pursuer angrily:

“How dare you follow me! How dare you! What do you want, anyhow?”

The drenched little man at the foot of the steps spoke pleadingly:

“If you please, ma’am, I want my umbrella.”

* * *

* * *

The assistant minister announced to the congregation that a special baptismal service would be held the following Sunday at three o’clock in the afternoon, and that any infants to receive the rite should be brought to the church at that time.

The old clergyman, who was deaf, thought that his assistant was speaking of the new hymnals, and he added a bit of information:

“Anyone not already provided can obtain them in the vestry for a dollar, or with red backs and speckled edges for one dollar and a half.”

* * *

The child went with her mother on a visit in New Jersey. At bedtime, the little girl was nervous over the strangeness of her surroundings, but the mother comforted her, saying:

“Remember, dear, God’s angels are all about you.”

A little later, a cry from the child called the mother back into the room.

[Pg 160]

“The angels are buzzing all around just dreadful, mama, and they bite!”

* * *

The new clergyman was coming to call, and the mother gave Emma some instructions:

“If he asks your name, say Emma Jane; if he asks how old you are, say you are eight years old; if he asks who made you, say God made me.”

It is a fact that the clergyman did ask just those three questions in that order, to the first two of which Emma replied correctly. But it is also a fact that when the minister propounded the third query, as to her origin, the child hesitated, and then said:

“Mama did tell me the man’s name, but I’ve gone and forgotten it.”

* * *

The editor of a country newspaper betook himself to a party at the house of a neighbor, where, only a few weeks earlier, a baby had been added to the family. On the editor’s arrival at the house, he was met at the door by his hostess, a woman who suffered to some extent from deafness. After the usual exchange of greetings, the editor inquired concerning the health of the baby. The hostess had a severe cold, and she now misunderstood the visitor’s inquiry concerning the baby, thinking that he was solicitous on her account. So she explained to the aghast editor who had asked about the baby that, although she usually had one every winter, this was the very worst one she had ever had, it kept her awake at night a great deal, and at first confined her to her bed. Having explained thus far, the good lady noticed the[Pg 161] flabbergasted air of her guest. She continued sympathetically; saying that she could tell by his looks and the way he acted that he was going to have one just like hers. Then she insisted that, as a precautionary measure for the sake of his condition, he should come in out of the draft and sit down and stay quiet.

MISMATED

A Texas lad, lacking a team of horses or oxen or mules for his ploughing, engaged his sister to direct the plough, while he yoked himself to a steer for the pulling. The steer promptly ran away, and the lad had no choice but to run too. They came shortly into the village and went tearing down the street. And as he raced wildly, the young man shouted:

“Here we come-darn our fool souls! Somebody head us off!”

MIXED METAPHORS

A babu, or native clerk, in India, who prided himself on his mastery of the English tongue and skill in its idioms, sent the following telegram in announcement of his mother’s death:

“Regret to announce that hand which rocked the cradle has kicked the bucket.”

MODESTY

A British journalist, in an article on Sir Henry Irving for a London weekly wrote:

[Pg 162]

“I was his guest regularly at all Lyceum first nights for a whole quarter of a century…. He delighted in the company of third-rate people.”

MONEY TALKS

The disreputable-looking panhandler picked out an elderly gentleman of most benevolent aspect and made a plea for a small financial contribution. When he had finished his narrative of misery and woe the elderly gentleman replied benignantly:

“My good friend, I have no money, but I can give you some good advice.”

The tramp spat contemptuously, and uttered an oath of disgust.

“If you hain’t got no money,” he jeered, “I reckon your advice ain’t worth hearin’.”

MONEY VALUE

A well-known millionaire entertained Edward Everett Hale with other guests at a dinner. The host was not only hospitable, but wished every one to know his liberality. During the meal, he extolled the various viands, and did not hesitate to give their value in dollars and cents. In speaking of some very beautiful grapes served, which had been grown on his estate, he wearied the company by a careful calculation as to just how much a stem of them had cost him. Doctor Hale grinned pleasantly as he extended his empty plate, with the request:

“I’ll thank you to cut me off about $1.87 worth more, please.”

[Pg 163]

MONOGAMY

The wives of the savage chief questioned the wife of the missionary:

“And you never let your husband beat you?”

“Certainly not,” the Christian lady replied. “Why, he wouldn’t dare to try such a thing!”

The oldest wife nodded understandingly.

“It is plain enough why the foreign devil has only one wife.”

MONOTONY

The son of the house addressed his mother wistfully.

“I’m going to have a little sister some day, ain’t I?”

“Why, dear, do you want one?”

The child nodded seriously.

“Yes, mama, I do. It gets kin’ o’ tiresome teasin’ the cat.”

MORALITY

The more-or-less-religious woman was deeply shocked when the new neighbors sent over on Sunday morning to borrow her lawn-mower.

“The very idea,” she exclaimed to her maid, “of cutting grass on the Sabbath! Shameful! Certainly, they can’t have it. Tell them we haven’t any lawn-mower.”

MOTTO

Two men walking along Avenue A in New York City observed a dingy saloon, in the window of which was a framed sign, reading:

“Ici on parle français.”

“I don’t believe anybody talks French in that dump,” one of the observers remarked.

To settle the matter, they entered, and ordered ginger ale of a red-headed barkeeper who was unmistakably Irish.

One of the men addressed the barkeeper:

“Fait beau temps, monsieur.”

The barkeeper scowled.

“Come agin!” he demanded.

[Pg 165]

It was soon demonstrated that French was a language unknown to the establishment.

The visitor then inquired as to the reason for the sign in the window, explaining that it meant, “French is spoken here.”

The Irish barkeeper cursed heartily.

“I bought it off a sheeny,” he explained, “for six bits. He tould me it was Latin for, ‘God Bless Our Home.’”

MUSIC

Artemas Ward said:

“When I am sad, I sing, and then others are sad with me.”

* * *

The optimistic pessimist explained why he always dined in restaurants where music was provided.

“Because it works two ways: sometimes the music helps to make me forget the food, and sometimes the food helps to make me forget the music.”

* * *

The young man, who was interested in natural history, was sitting on the porch one June evening with his best girl, who was interested in music. The rhythmic shrilling of the insects pulsed on the air, and from the village church down the street came the sounds of choir practise. The young man gave his attention to the former, the girl to the latter; and presently she spoke eagerly:

“Oh, don’t it sound grand!”

The young man nodded, and answered:

[Pg 166]

“Yes, indeed! and it’s interesting to think that they do it all with their hind legs.”

* * *

The boy violinist, played at a private musical, rendering a difficult concerto, which contained some particularly long rests for the soloist: During one of these intervals, a kindly dowager leaned toward the performer, and whispered loudly:

“Why don’t you play something that you know, my boy?”

* * *

The apoplectic and grumpy old gentleman in the crowded restaurant was compelled to sit, much against his will, next to the orchestra. His stare at the leader as the jazz selection came to an end. The annoyed patron snorted, and then asked:

“Would you be so kind as to play something by request?”

The leader bowed again and beamed.

“Certainly,” he replied; “anything you like, sir.”

“Then,” snapped the patron, “please be good enough to play a game of checkers while I finish my meal.”

NEATNESS

The Japanese are remarkably tidy in the matter of floors. They even remove their shoes at the doorway. A Japanese student in New York was continually distressed by the dirty hallways of the building in which[Pg 167] he lived. In the autumn, the janitor placed a notice at the entrance, which read:

“Please wipe your feet.”

The Japanese wrote beneath in pencil:

“On going out.”

NEIGHBORS

It was a late hour when the hostess at the reception requested the eminent basso to sing.

“It is too late, madam,” he protested. “I should disturb your neighbors.”

“Not at all,” declared the lady, beaming. “Besides, they poisoned our dog last week.”

NERVES

The older sister rebuked the younger when putting her to bed for being cross and ill tempered throughout the day. After she had been neatly tucked in, the little one commented:

“It’s temper when it’s me an’ nerves when it’s you.”

NIGHTMARE

“And you say you have the same nightmare every night,” the doctor inquired. “What is it?”

The suffering man answered:

“I dream that I’m married.”

“Ah, hum!” the physician grunted perfunctorily. “To whom?”

“To my wife,” the patient explained. “That’s what makes it a nightmare.”

[Pg 168]

The inn-keeper was inclined to take advantage of a particular guest who did not scrutinize the bills rendered. When the clerk mentioned the fact that this guest had complained of a nightmare, the host brightened, and marked down an item of ten dollars charge for livery.

NOMENCLATURE

The young son of a mountaineer family in North Carolina had visited for the first time in the town twelve miles from home, and had eaten his mid-day meal there. Questioned on his return as to the repast, he described it with enthusiasm, except in one particular:

“They done had something they called gravee. But hit looked like sop, an’ hit tasted like sop, an’ I believe in my soul ‘twar sop!”

* * *

When his daughter returned from the girls’ college, the farmer regarded her critically, and then demanded:

“Ain’t you a lot fatter than you was?”

“Yes, dad,” the girl admitted. “I weigh one hundred and forty pounds stripped for ‘gym.’”

The father stared for a moment in horrified amazement, then shouted:

“Who in thunder is Jim?”

* * *

On an occasion when a distinguished critic was to deliver a lecture on the poet Keats in a small town, the president of the local literary society was prevented by[Pg 169] illness from introducing the speaker, and the mayor, who was more popular than learned, was asked to officiate. The amiable gentleman introduced the stranger with his accustomed eloquence, and concluded a few happy remarks of a general character with this observation:

“And now, my friends, we shall soon all know what I personally have often wondered-what are Keats!”

* * *

During the scarcity of labor, a new clerk, who knew nothing of the business, was taken on by a furniture house. His mistakes were so bad that the proprietor was compelled to watch him closely, and to fire him after the following episode.

A lady customer asked to see some chiffoniers. The clerk led her to the display of bassinettes, which was an unfortunate error since the lady was an old maid. She accepted his apology, however, and then remarked:

“Where are your sideboards?”

The clerk blushed furiously, as he replied:

“Why-er-I shaved them off last week.”

* * *

The lady who had some culture, but not too much, was describing the adventure of her husband, who had been in Messina at the time of the earthquake.

“It was awful,” she declared, in tense tones. “When Jim went to bed, everything was perfectly quiet. And then, when he woke up, all of a sudden, there beside him was a yawning abbess!”

[Pg 170]

* * *

One of the two girls in the subway was glancing at a newspaper.

“I see,” she remarked presently to her companion, “that Mr. So and so, the octogenarian, is dead. Now, what on earth is an octogenarian anyhow?”

“I’m sure I haven’t the faintest idea,” the other girl replied. “But they’re an awful sickly lot. You never hear of one but he’s dying.”

* * *

A story is told of an office-seeker in Washington who asserted to an inquirer that he had never heard of Mark Twain.

“What? Never heard of Tom Sawyer?”

“Nope, never heard of him.”

“Nor Huck Finn?”

“Nope, never heard of him neither.”

“Nor Puddin’head Wilson?”

“Oh, Lord, yes!” the office-seeker exclaimed. “Why, I voted for him.”

And then he added sadly:

“An’ that’s all the good it done me.”

* * *

The aged caretaker of the Episcopal church confided to a crony that he was uncertain as to just what he was:

“I used to be the janitor, years ago. Then we had a parson who named me the sextant. And Doctor Smith, he called me a virgin. And our young man, he says I’m the sacrilege.”

[Pg 171]

OBSTINACY

The old mountaineer and his wife arrived at a railway station, and for the first time in their lives beheld a train of cars, which was standing there. The husband looked the engine over very carefully, and shook his head.

“Well, what do you think of it, father?” asked the old lady.

“She’ll never start,” was the firm answer: “she’ll never start.”

The conductor waved, the bell rang, the locomotive puffed, the train moved slowly at first, then faster. It was disappearing in the distance when the wife inquired slyly:

“Well, pa, what do you think of it now?”

The old man shook his head more violently than before.

“She’ll never stop,” he asserted; “she’ll never stop!”

OMEN

The great pugilist was superstitious and fond of lobster. When the waiter served one with a claw missing, he protested. The waiter explained that this lobster had been worsted in a fight with another in the kitchen. The great pugilist pushed back his plate.

“Carry him off,” he commanded, “and bring me the winner.”

[Pg 172]

OPTICAL ILLUSION

The sergeant rebuked the private angrily:

“Jenkins, why haven’t you shaved this morning?”

“Why, ain’t I shaved?” the private exclaimed, apparently greatly surprised.

“No, you ain’t,” the sergeant snapped. “And I want to know the reason why.”

“Well, now, I guess it must be this way,” Jenkins suggested. “There was a dozen of us usin’ the same bit of lookin’ glass, an’ I swan I must have shaved somebody else.”

OPTIMISM

The day laborer was of a cheerful disposition that naturally inclined to seek out the good in every situation. He was a genuine optimist. Thus, after tramping the three miles from home to begin the day’s work on the ditch, he discovered that he had been careless, and explained to a fellow laborer:

“I’ve gone and done it now! I left my lunch at home.”

Then, suddenly he beamed happily, as he added:

“And it’s a good thing I did, for the matter of that, because I left my teeth at home, too.”

* * *

The optimist fell from the top story of a skyscraper. As he passed the fourth story, he was overheard muttering:

“So far, so good!”

John B. Gough was fond of telling of a laird and his servant Sandy. The two were on their way home on horseback late at night, and both were much muddled by drink. At a ford where the bank was steep, the laird fell head first into the creek. He scrambled up, and shouted to his servant:

“Hold on, Sandy! Something fell off-I heard it splash!”

Sandy climbed down from the saddle, and waded about blindly in the shallow water, with groping hands. At last, he seized on the laird.

“Why, it’s yerself, mon, as fell oof!”

“No, Sandy,” the master declared stoutly. “It can’t be me-here I am.” Then he, added: “But if it is me, get me back on the horse.”

Sandy helped the laird to the horse, and boosted him up astride. In the dark, the rider was faced the wrong way to.

“Gie me the reins,” the master ordered.

Sandy felt about the horse’s rump, and, then cried out, clutching the tail:

“It waur the horse’s head as fell off-nothin’ left but the mane!”

“Gie me the mane, then,” the laird directed stolidly. “I must een hae something to hold on.”

So, presently, when he had the tail firmly grasped in both hands, and Sandy had mounted, the procession began to move. Whereat, the laird shouted in dismay:

“Haud on, Sandy! It’s gaein’ the wrang way!”

[Pg 174]

OUTWORN

Tiny Clara heard her mother say that a neighboring lady had a new baby. The tot puzzled over the matter, and at last sought additional information:

“Oh, mumsy, what is she going to do with her old one?”

PARADOX

The amiable old lady was overheard talking to herself as she left the church along with the crowd that had attended the services:

“If everybody else would only do as I do, and stay quietly in their seats till everyone else has gone out, there would not be such a crush at the doors.”

* * *

Two friends from Ireland on a tour occupied the same bedchamber in a country inn. During the night a fearful storm raged. John spoke of it in the morning while the two men were dressing.

“Did it rain?” Dennis asked in surprise.

“Rain!” John exclaimed. “It was a deluge, and the lightnin’ was blindin’ and the thunder was deafenin’. Sure, I never heard the like.”

“For the love of Hivvin!” Dennis cried out. “Why didn’t yez waken me? Didn’t yez know I never can slape whin it thunders!”

PASTORAL

Burdette quotes as follows a year’s statistics of parochial work, as compiled by a young curate:

“Preached 104 sermons, 18 mortuary discourses, solemnized 21 hymeneal ceremonies, delivered 17 lectures,[Pg 175] of which 16 were on secular and all the rest on religious subjects; made 39 addresses, of which all but 27 were on matters most nearly touching the vital religious concerns of the church, read aloud in church 156 chapters of the Bible, 149 of which were very long ones; made pastoral calls, 312; took tea on such occasions, 312 times; distributed 804 tracts; visited the sick several times; sat on the platform at temperance and other public meetings 47 times; had the headache Sabbath mornings, and so was compelled to appear in a condition of physical pain, nervous prostration and bodily distress that utterly unfitted him for public preaching, 104 times; picnics attended, 10; dinners, 37; suffered from attacks of malignant dyspepsia, 37 times; read 748 hymns; instructed the choir in regard to the selection of tunes, 1 time; had severe cold, 104 times; sore throat, 104 times; malaria, 104 times; wrote 3120 pages of sermons; declined invitations to tea, 1 time; started the tune in prayer meeting, 2 times; started the wrong tune, 2 times; sung hymns that nobody else knew, 2 times; received into church membership, 3; dismissed by letter, 49; expelled, 16; lost, strayed, or stolen, 137.”

PATRIOTISM

The Scotchman returned to his native town, Peebles, after a first visit to London. He told the neighbors enthusiastically of his many wonderful experiences in the metropolis. There was, however, no weakening in his local loyalty, for at the end he cried out proudly:

“But, for real pleasure, gi’e me Peebles!”

* * *

There is no doubting the strong patriotism of the[Pg 176] schoolboy who is the hero of this tale, although he may have been weak on history. During an examination in general history, he was asked:

“Who was the first man?”

He answered proudly, even enthusiastically, without any hesitation:

“George Washington, first in war, first in peace, first in the hearts–”

But the teacher interrupted ruthlessly:

“Wrong! Adam was the first man.”

The boy sniffed disgustedly.

“Oh!” he retorted. “I didn’t know you were talking about foreigners.”

* * *

The troops had been marching through a sea of mud for hours, when at last they were lined up for inspection before a general. In the evolution, a young cavalryman who had enlisted was thrown from his horse into the muck, from which he emerged in a dreadful state, though uninjured except in his feelings. The general himself, who had witnessed the incident, rode up, and preserving his gravity with some effort inquired of the trooper if he had suffered any hurt from the fall.

“Naw,” was the disgusted reply. “But if I ever love a country agin, you can kick me!”

PEACE

The mourning widow caused a tender sentiment to be chiseled on the headstone of her husband’s grave. The exact wording was as follows:

“Thou are at rest, until we meet again.”

[Pg 177]

PEACEMAKER

The father was telling at the table of a row between two men in which he had interfered. One had swung a shovel aloft, shouting, “I’ll knock your brains out!”

“It was at this moment,” the head of the family explained, “that I stepped in between them.”

Little Johnnie had been listening, round-eyed with excitement. Now, he burst forth:

“I guess he couldn’t knock any brains out of you, could he, pa?”

PENSION

The usual details in administration of the pension laws are not amusing, but occasionally even here a bit of humor creeps in to relieve the tedium. Thus, John Smith, claimant under Invalid Original No. 98,325,423, based his application for succor upon an “injury to leg due to the kick of a vicious horse” in the service and line of duty, etc.

This was formally insufficient, and the bureau advised to claimant to this effect, directing him to state: “which leg was injured by the alleged kick of a vicious horse.”

The reply came promptly:

“My leg!”

PESSIMISM

The energetic New England woman addressed her hired girl in a discouraged tone:

“Here it is Monday morning and to-morrow will be[Pg 178] Tuesday, and the next day Wednesday-the whole week half gone, and nothing done yit!”

* * *

The old man shook his head dolefully in response to an inquiry concerning his health.

“It isn’t what it ought to be,” he declared. “I find my strength is failing. It used to be I could walk around the block every morning. But now lately, somehow, when I’m only half way round, I feel so tired I have to turn and come back.”

* * *

The visitor remarked affably to the man of the house:

“Your family is wonderfully talented. One son plays the cornet, two daughters play the piano and the guitar, and your wife plays the banjo, and the other children play ukuleles. As the father of such musical geniuses, you must be something yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” was the answer, “I am a pessimist.”

PHILANTHROPY

“I hear that Mrs. Brewster hasn’t paid her servants any wages for a number of months,” remarked one lady to another in a suburban town.

“Why does she keep such a number of them then?” was the pertinent inquiry.

“Oh, Mrs. Brewster tells everyone she regards it as her solemn duty to employ as many as possible when times are so hard.”

[Pg 179]

PHONETICS

Little Willie questioned his grandmother with an appearance of great seriousness:

“Ain’t Rotterdam the name of a city, Gramma?”

“Don’t say ‘ain’t', Willie,” the old lady corrected. “Yes, Rotterdam is the name of a city. Why?”

“It ain’t swearin’ to say it, is it Gramma?”

“Don’t say ‘ain’t', Willie. No, it isn’t swearing to say Rotterdam. Why?”

“Cause if sister keeps on eatin’ so much candy, she’ll Rotterdam head off.”

PHYSIOLOGY

The teacher explained to her young pupils some facts concerning various organs of the body, including the eye as the organ of sight, the ear as the organ of hearing, and the like. Then she asked the pupils to repeat to her what they had learned. There was a short silence, which was broken by a bright little boy, who spoke as follows:

“I see with my eye organ, I hear with my ear organ, I smell with my nose organ, I eat with my mouth organ, and I feel with my hand organ.”

PLAIN SPEAKING

The new maid was talkative, and related some of her experiences in service.

“You seem to have had a good many situations,” was[Pg 180] the lady’s comment as the girl paused. “How many different mistresses have you had, all told?”

“Fifteen, all told,” the maid declared promptly; “yes mum, all told eggzactly what I thought of them.”

PLUMBER

The plumber at many dollars a day could afford a little persiflage with the cook in the kitchen where he was theoretically repairing the sink. The cook was plain-featured, but any diversion was welcome to speed the hours for which he drew pay. He made a strong impression on the cook, and when he took his departure, she simpered, and said coyly:

“Thursday is my evenin’ off, an’ we might go to the movies.”

The plumber snorted indignantly.

“What!” he demanded. “On me own time?”

POETRY

The evil effects of decadent verse is unintentionally[Pg 181] told in the following extract from a Hindu’s letter to the authorities requesting aid in behalf of his invalid father, who leads sickly life, and is going from bad to perhaps, but not too well; for an extract from the petition calls on the government “to look after my old faher, who leads sickly life, and is going from bad to verse every day.”

* * *

The kindly old lady chanced to be present at the feeding of the lions in the zoo. Presently, she remarked to the keeper:

“Isn’t that a very small piece of meat to give to the lions?”

The man answered very respectfully, but firmly:

[Pg 182]

“It may seem like a very small piece of meat to you, mum, but it seems like a big piece of meat to the lions, mum.”

POKER

Tommy Atkins and a doughboy sat in a poker game together somewhere in France. The Britisher held a full house, the American four of a kind.

“I raise you two pounds,” quoth Tommy.

The Yankee did not hesitate.

“I ain’t exactly onto your currency curves, but I’ll bump it up four tons.”

POLITENESS

The little girl in the car was a pest. She crossed the aisle to devote herself to a dignified fat man, to his great annoyance. She asked innumerable questions, and, incidentally, counted aloud his vest buttons to learn whether he was rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief. The mother regarded the child’s efforts as highly entertaining. The fat man leaned forward and addressed the lady very courteously:

“Madam, what do you call this dear little child?”

“Ethel,” the beaming mother replied.

“Please call her then,” the fat man requested.

* * *

Johnny, who was to be the guest at a neighbor’s for the noonday meal, was carefully admonished by his[Pg 183] mother to remember his manners, and to speak in complimentary terms of the food served him. He heeded the instruction, and did the best he could under stress of embarrassment.

After he had tasted the soup, he remarked as boldly as he could contrive:

“This is pretty good soup-what there is of it.”

He was greatly disconcerted to observe that his remark caused a frown on the face of his hostess. He hastened to speak again in an effort to correct any bad impression from his previous speech:

“And there’s plenty of it-such as it is.”

* * *

On Johnnie’s return from the birthday party, his mother expressed the hope that he had behaved politely at the luncheon table, and properly said, “Yes, if you please” and “No, thank you,” when anything was offered him.

Johnnie shook his head seriously.

“I guess I didn’t say, ‘No, thank you.’ I ate everything there was.”

* * *

The teacher used as an illustration of bad grammar, for correction by the class, the following sentence:

“The horse and cow is in the pasture.”

A manly little fellow raised his hand, and at the teacher’s nod said:

“Please, sir, ladies should come first.”

[Pg 184]

* * *

The man sitting in the street car addressed the woman standing before him:

“You must excuse my not giving you my seat-I’m a member of the Sit Still Club.”

“Certainly, sir,” the woman replied. “And please excuse my staring-I belong to the Stand and Stare Club.”

She proved it so well that the man at last sheepishly got to his feet.

“I guess, ma’am,” he mumbled, “I’ll resign from my club and join yours.”

POLITICS

The little boy interrupted his father’s reading of the paper with a petition.

“Please, Daddy, tell me the story about the Forty Thieves.”

The father, aroused from his absorption in political news and comment on the campaign, regarded his son thoughtfully for a moment, and then shook his head.

“No,” he answered decisively, “you must wait until you’re a little older, my son. You’re too young to understand politics.”

POSTAL

It is human nature to take an interest in the affairs of others. The fact has been amply demonstrated by innumerable postmasters and postmistresses who have profited from their contact with the communities’ correspondence. That the postman, too, is likely to be well informed is shown in a quotation by Punch of a local letter-carrier’s apology to a lady on his round:

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, I seem to have lost your postcard; but it only said Muriel thanked you for the parcel and so did John, and they were both very well, and the children are happy, and she’ll give your message to Margery. That’ll be your other daughter, I’m thinkin’?”

PRAYER

The Dutchman still retained a strong accent, although he had been in the country forty years, and was a churchwarden. When the rector complained that a certain parishioner had called him a perfect ass, and asked advice, the reply, though well intentioned, sounded ambiguous:

“All you should do vill pe youst to bray for him, as usual.”

[Pg 186]

* * *

A Scotch missionary in the Far East suffered ill fortune in his marriages, for two wives in succession yielded to the trying climate and died. The missionary had depended on the Board at home to select his previous mates, and he wrote for a third. When due time had elapsed, he journeyed to the seaport to meet the steamer by which his new mate should arrive. At the appointed hour, as the boat drew in, he stood on the dock anxiously waiting. Among the few passengers to descend the gangplank, it was easy for him to select the one destined for him. At sight of her, he shuddered slightly, and a groan burst from his lips.

“Freckles,” he muttered despairingly, “and red headed, and with squint-for the third time!-and after all my prayers!”

* * *

Charles had attained the age of five when he attended a football game for the first time. It cannot be doubted that he was profoundly impressed by the excitement on the gridiron, for at bedtime his mother was horrified to hear him utter his nightly prayer thus:

“God bless papa! God bless mama! God bless Charlie! Rah! Rah! Rah!”

* * *

At the request of his wife, the husband opened a can of peaches. When he finally reappeared, the wife asked demurely:

“What did you use to open that can, Jim?”

“Can-opener, of course,” the husband grunted. “What d’ye think I opened it with?”

[Pg 187]

“From the language I heard, I thought perhaps you were opening it with prayer.”

* * *

The newspaper report of the special Sunday services contained the following impressive description of the prayer:

“The most eloquent prayer ever addressed to a Boston audience.”

* * *

The New York Sun published the following:

The toys had been reluctantly laid aside and in her dainty nightie the little girl, scarcely more than a baby, knelt at her mother’s knee.

The eyes, which all day long are alight with mischief, were reverently closed, and as she haltingly uttered the words of the old, yet ever young child’s prayer her rapt face, raised occasionally from her dimpled hands, took on an expression almost seraphic in its innocent purity.

With a fervent “Amen” she ended her supplication, then jumped up, eyes dancing, and exclaimed:

“Now let’s say ‘Little Jack Horner sat in the corner.’ I knows it better, Muvver.”

* * *

A little boy was asked if he prayed when he attended church, and he answered that he always did. On being questioned as to the nature of his prayer, he explained that he always repeated it when the others in the congregation made their silent prayer just before the sermon, and he added further:

“I just say the little prayer mother taught me-’Now I lay me down to sleep.’”

[Pg 188]

* * *

A prayer showing a ghastly confusion of metaphors is on record as having been offered extemporaneously in behalf of Queen Adelaide during the reign of that sovereign. The words as quoted were these:

“O Lord, save thy servant, our Sovereign Lady, the Queen. Grant that as she grows an old woman, she may become a new man. Strengthen her with Thy blessing that she may live a pure virgin, bringing her sons and daughters to the glory of God. And give her grace that she may go before her people like a he-goat upon the mountains.”

* * *

As the boat was sinking, the skipper lifted his voice to ask:

“Does anybody know how to pray?”

One man spoke confidently in answer:

“Yes, Captain, I do.”

The captain nodded.

“That’s all right then,” he declared. “You go ahead and pray. The rest of us will put on life-belts. They’re one short.”

PRECAUTION

* * *

The lawyer for the defense, in the damage suit, asked the witness who had seen the plaintive struck by the automobile, how far the victim was thrown by the impact.

“Fifteen feet, six and three-quarter inches,” was the instant response.

“You seem to be very exact in your figures,” exclaimed the lawyer sarcastically. “How does that happen?”

“I guessed some fool lawyer would ask me,” the witness answered, “and I measured the distance.”

PRECOCITY

The playwright rushed up to the critic at the club.

“I’ve had a terrible misfortune,” he announced. “My little three-year-old boy got at my new play, and tore it all to pieces.”

“Extraordinary that a child so young should be able to read,” said the critic.

[Pg 190]

PREMATURENESS

Ikey saw his friend Jakey in the smoking-car when he entered, and sat down in the same seat.

“How was that fire in your place last week, Jakey?” he inquired.

Jakey started nervously.

“Sh!” he whispered. “It vas next week.”

PREPAREDNESS

The small boy was directed to soak his feet in salt water to toughen them. He considered the matter thoughtfully, and then remarked to himself:

“It’s pretty near time for me to ket a lickin’, I guess I’d better sit in it.”

* * *

The two scrub women met and chattered to this effect:

Mrs. Riley-Och, Missus O’Rafferty, I hear yez be worrukin’ noight an’ day.

Mrs. O’Rafferty-Yis, Oi’m under bonds to kape the pace for pullin’ the hair o’ that blaggard Missus Murphy; an’ the Judge tould me as if Oi touched her again he’d foine me tin dollars.

Mrs. Riley-An’ yez is worrukin’ so hard so’s to kape outen mischief.

Mrs. O’Rafferty (hissing viciously between her teeth)-No! Oi’m savin’ oop the foine.

* * *

The father entered the room where Clara, his daughter, was entertaining her young man.

[Pg 191]

“What is it, popper?” the young lady inquired.

Her father held out the umbrella which he carried.

“This is for John,” he explained. “It looks as if it might rain before morning.”

The little boy was greatly elated when informed by his mother that the liveliness of her hair as she combed it was caused by electricity.

“Oh, my!” he exclaimed. “Ain’t we a wonderful family! Mama has electricity on her head, and grandma has gas on her stomach.”

* * *

Pride often has no better basis in fact than the self-congratulation of little Raymond in the following story:

Raymond came home from a session of the Sunday School fairly swollen with importance. He explained the cause to his mother.

“The superintendent said something awful nice about me this morning in his prayer.”

“And what did he say, dear?” the mother inquired, concealing her astonishment.

The boy quoted glibly and sincerely.

“He said, ‘O Lord, we thank thee for our food and Raymond.’”

PRECOCIOUSNESS

A stranger rang the door-bell. Little eight-year-old Willie Jones opened the door.

[Pg 192]

“Is Mr. Jones in?” the caller inquired.

Little Willie answered with formal politeness:

“I’m Mr. Jones. Or did you wish to see old Mr. Jones?”

PRISON REFORM

The society matron explained the necessity for immediate reform in conditions at the State Penitentiary:

“Nowadays, there are such a number of our very best people who are being indicted and tried and convicted and sent to serve their sentences in the prison that we really must make their surroundings there more pleasant and elegant.”

PRIVILEGE

The tenderfoot in the mining town was watching a poker game for heavy stakes, when he saw the dealer give himself four aces from the bottom of the deck. He whispered the fact in shocked surprise to a citizen beside him. The latter looked astonished.

“What of it?” he drawled. “Wasn’t it his deal?”

PROFANITY

The longshoreman was indulging in a fit of temper, which he interpreted in a burst of language that shocked the lady passing by. She regarded him reprovingly, as she demanded:

“My man, where did you learn such awful language?”

“Where did I learn it?” the longshoreman repeated. “Huh! I didn’t learn it, it’s a gift.”

* * *

The deacon carried a chain to the blacksmith to have a link welded. When he returned to the shop a few hours later, he saw the chain lying on the floor, and picked it up. It was just next to red hot, and the deacon dropped it with the ejaculation:

“Hell!” Then he added hastily: “I like to have said.”

PROFITEERS

The wife of the profiteer discoursed largely on the luxuries of the new country estate.

“And, of course,” she vouchsafed, “we have all the usual animals-horses, cows, sheep, pigs, hens, and so forth.”

[Pg 194]

“Oh, hens!” the listener gushed. “Then you’ll have fresh eggs.”

“Really, I’m not sure. The hens can work, if they like, but of course in our position, it’s quite unnecessary-er, perhaps not quite suitable, you know.”

* * *

The advertisement offered for fifty cents a recipe by which to whiten the hands and soften them. Girls who sent the money received the following directions:

“Soak the hands three times a day in dish water while mother rests.”

* * *

“Are you sure this handbag is genuine crocodile skin?” the woman asked the shopkeeper.

“Absolutely,” was the reply. “I shot that crocodile myself.”

“But it is badly soiled.”

“Well, yes, of course. That’s where it hit the ground, when it fell out of the tree.”

* * *

Customer: “But if it costs twenty dollars to make these watches, and you sell them for twenty dollars, where does your profit come in?”

Shopkeeper: “That comes from repairing them.”

PROGRESS

The cottager was crippled by rheumatism, and the kindly clergyman taught him his letters, and put him through the primer and into the Bible. On his return after a vacation, the clergyman met the cottager’s wife.

[Pg 195]

“How does John get along with his reading of the Bible?” he asked.

“Oh, bless your reverence,” she replied proudly, “‘e’s out of the Bible and into the newspaper long ago.”

* * *

The kindly clergyman, newly come to the parish, was at great pains to teach an illiterate old man, crippled with rheumatism, his letters so that he could read the Bible. On the clergyman’s return after a short absence from the parish, he met the old man’s wife.

“And how is Thomas making out with reading his Bible?”

“Bless you, sir,” the wife declared proudly, “he’s out of the Bible and into the newspaper long ago.”

* * *

The physician advised his patient to eat a hearty dinner at night, without any worry over the ability to digest it. The patient, however, protested:

“But the other time when I came to see you, you insisted I must eat only a very light supper in the evening.”

The physician nodded, smiling complacently.

“Yes, of course-that shows what great progress the science of medicine is making.”

PROHIBITION

The objector to prohibition spoke bitterly:

“Water has killed more folks than liquor ever did.”

“You are raving,” declared the defender of the Eighteenth Amendment. “How do you make that out?”

“Well, to begin with, there was the Flood.”

[Pg 196]

* * *

The wife complained to her husband that the chauffeur was very drunk indeed, and must be discharged instantly.

“Discharged-nothing!” the husband retorted joyously. “When he’s sobered off, I’ll have him take me out and show me where he got it.”

PROLIFIC

The woman teacher in a New York School was interested in the announcement by a little girl pupil that she had a new baby brother.

“And what is the baby’s name?” the teacher asked.

“Aaron,” was the answer.

A few days later, the teacher inquired concerning Aaron, but the little girl regarded her in perplexity.

“Aaron?” she repeated.

“Your baby brother,” the teacher prompted.

Understanding dawned on the child’s face.

“Oh, Aaron!” she exclaimed. “That was a mistake. It’s Moses. He’s very well, ma’am, thank you. Pa an’ ma, they found we had an Aaron.”

PRONUNCIATION

The parson’s daughter spoke pleasantly, but with a hint of rebuke, to one of her father’s humble parishioners:

“Good morning, Giles. I haven’t noticed you in church for the last few weeks.”

“No, miss,” the man answered. “I’ve been oop at Noocaste a-visitin’ my old ‘aunts. And strange, miss,[Pg 197] ain’t it, I don’t see no change in ‘em since I was a child like?”

The parson’s daughter was duly impressed.

“What wonderful old ladies they must be!”

But the man shook his head, and explained with remarkable clearness:

“I didn’t say ‘arnts’, miss. I said ‘awnts’-'aunts where I used to wander in my childhood days like.”

PROOF

Shopper:-”Are these eggs fresh?”

Apprentice:-”Yes, ma’am, they be.”

Shopper:-”How long since they were laid?”

Apprentice:-”‘Tain’t ten minutes, ma’am-I know, I laid them eggs there myself.”

PROPERTY

The indignant householder held up before the policeman the dead cat that had been lying by the curb three days.

“What am I to do with this?” he demanded.

“Take it to headquarters,” was the serene reply. “If nobody claims it within a reasonable time, it’s your property.”

PROVIDENCE

The babu explained with great politeness the complete failure of a young American member of the shooting party in India to bag any game:

[Pg 198]

“The sahib shot divinely but it is true that Providence was all merciful to the birds.”

PRUDENCE

Sandy MacTavish was a guest at a christening party in the home of a fellow Scot whose hospitality was limited only by the capacity of the company. The evening was hardly half spent when Sandy got to his feet, and made the round of his fellow guests, bidding each of them a very affectionate farewell. The host came bustling up, much concerned.

“But, Sandy, mon,” he protested, “Ye’re nae goin’ yet, with the evenin’ just started?”

“Nay,” declared the prudent MacTavish, “I’m no’ goin’ yet. But I’m tellin’ ye good-night while I know ye all.”

* * *

The young man, who was notorious for the reckless driving of his car, was at his home in the country, when he received a telephone call, and a woman’s voice asked if he intended to go motoring that afternoon.

“No, not this afternoon,” he replied. “But why do you ask? Who are you?”

“That doesn’t matter,” came the voice over the wire. “It’s only that I wish to send my little girl down the street on an errand.”

PUNISHMENT

The school teacher, after writing to the mother of a refractory pupil, received this note in reply:

“Dear miss, you writ me about whippin my boy i[Pg 199] hereby give you permission to lick him eny time it is necessary to lern him lessuns hes jist like his paw you have to lern him with a club please pound nolej into him i want him to git it don’t pay no attenshun to his paw either i’ll handle him.”

* * *

The little boy dashed wildly around the corner, and collided with the benevolent old gentleman, who inquired the cause of such haste.

“I gotta git home fer maw to spank me,” the boy panted.

“Bless my soul!” exclaimed the old gentleman, “I can’t understand your being in such a hurry to be spanked.”

“I ain’t. But if I don’t git there ‘fore paw, he’ll gimme the lickin’.”

* * *

The little lad sat on the curb howling lustily. A passer-by halted to ask what was the matter. The boy explained between howls that his father had given him a licking. The sympathizer attempted consolation:

“But you must be a little man, and not cry about it. All fathers have to punish their children sometimes.”

The lad ceased howling long enough to snort contemptuously, and to explain:

“Huh! my paw ain’t like other boys’ paws. He plays the bass drum in the band!”

PUNS

“What is your name?” demanded the judge of the prisoner in the Municipal Court.

[Pg 200]

“Locke Smith,” was the answer, and the man made a bolt for the door.

He was seized by an officer and hauled back.

“Ten dollars or ten days,” said the magistrate.

“I’ll take the ten dollars,” announced the prisoner.

Finally, he paid the fine, but he added explicit information as to his opinion of the judge. Then he leaped for the door again, only to be caught and brought back a second time.

The judge, after fining the prisoner another ten dollars, admonished him severely, in these words:

“If your language had been more chaste and refined, you would not have been chased and refined.”

* * *

A member of the Lambs’ Club had a reputation for lack of hospitality in the matter of buying drinks for others. On one occasion, two actors entered the bar, and found this fellow alone at the rail. They invited him to drink, and, as he accepted, he announced proudly:

“I’m writing my autobiography.”

“With the accent on the ‘bi’?” One of the newcomers suggested sarcastically.

“No,” his friend corrected, “with the accent on the ‘auto’.”

* * *

The stallion that had been driven in from the plains was a magnificent creature, but so fierce that no man dared approach closely. Then the amiable lunatic appeared on the scene. He took a halter, and went toward the dangerous beast. And as he went, he muttered softly:

[Pg 201]

“So, bossy; so bossy; so bossy.”

The stallion stood quietly and allowed the halter to be slipped over his head without offering any resistance.

The horse was cowed.

* * *

When Mr. Choate was ambassador to the Court of St. James, he was present at a function where his plain evening dress contrasted sharply with the uniforms of the other men. At a late hour, an Austrian diplomat approach him, as he stood near the door, obviously taking him for a servant, and said:

“Call me a cab.”

Choate answered affably:

“You’re a cab, sir.”

The diplomat indignantly went to the host and explained that a servant had insulted him. He pointed to Choate. Explanations ensued, and the diplomat was introduced to the American, to whom he apologized.

“That’s all right,” declared Choate, smiling. “If you had been better-looking, I’d have called you a hansom cab.”

PUZZLE

The humorist offered his latest invention in the way of a puzzle to the assembly of guests in the drawing-room:

“Can you name an animal that has eyes and cannot see; legs and cannot walk, but can jump as high as the Woolworth Building?”

[Pg 202]

Everybody racked his brains during a period of deep silence, and racked in vain. Finally, they gave it up and demanded the solution. The inventor of the puzzle beamed.

“The answer,” he said, “is a wooden horse. It has eyes and cannot see, and legs and cannot walk.”

“Yes,” the company agreed. “But how does it jump as high as the Woolworth Building?”

“The Woolworth Building,” the humorist explained, “can’t jump.”

QUARRELSOME

The applicant for the position of cook explained to the lady why she had left her last place:

“To tell the truth, mum, I just couldn’t stand the way the master and the mistress was always quarreling.”

“That must have been unpleasant,” the lady agreed.

“Yis, mum,” the cook declared, “they was at it all the time. When it wasn’t me an’ him, it was me an’ her.”

QUESTIONS

It was a rule of the club that anyone asking a question which he himself could not answer must pay a fine. One of the members presented a question as to why a ground-squirrel in digging left no dirt around the entrance to its hole. He was finally called on for the answer, and explained that of course the squirrel began at the bottom and dug upward.

“Excellent!” a listener laughed. “But how does the squirrel manage to reach the bottom?”

“That,” said the other with a grin, “is your question.”

[Pg 203]

RAILROAD

A railroad was opened through a remote region, and on the first run over the line, the engineer overtook a country boy riding his horse along the road bed. The engineer whistled, and the boy whipped. The train was forced to a crawl with the cowcatcher fairly nipping at the horse’s heels. Finally, the engineer leaned from the cab window and shouted:

“You dum fool, why dont ye git offen the track?”

The fleeting boy screamed an answer:

“No, sirree! Ye’d ketch me in a jiffy on thet-thar ploughed ground.”

RECOGNITION

The office telephone was out of order. An employee of the company was sent to make repairs. After a period of labor, he suggested to the gentleman occupying the office the calling up of some one over the wire in order to test the working of the instrument. The gentleman obligingly called for the number of his own home in the suburbs. When the connection was made, he called into the transmitter:

“Maria!” and after a pause, “Maria!” and again “Maria!” There followed a few seconds of waiting, and he repeated his call in a peremptory tone, “Maria!”

The electric storm that had been gathering broke at this moment. A bolt of lightning hit the telephone wires. The gentleman was hurled violently under his desk. Presently, he crawled forth in a dazed condition, and regarded the repair man plaintively.

[Pg 204]

“That’s her!” he declared. “The telephone works fine.”

REPENTANCE

“When the Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be: When the Devil was well, the devil a monk was he.”

[Pg 205]

REPETITION

The little girl had been naughty in school. By way of punishment, she was directed by the teacher to remain in her seat after the session until she had written an original composition containing not less than fifty words. In a surprisingly short space of time, she offered the following, and was duly excused:

“I lost my kitty, and I went out and called, Come, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.”

RESIGNATION

The physician, afer an examination, addressed the wife of the sick man in a tone of grave finality:

“I am afraid your husband is beyond help. I can hold out no hope of his recovery.”

This candor was offensive to the patient, who protested with what violence was permitted by a very scanty breath:

“Here, hold on! What are you gittin’ at? I ain’t a-goin’ to snuff out!”

The wife interposed in a soothing voice:

“You leave it to the doctor, dearie-he knows best.”

REVOLUTION

At a reception given by the Daughters of the Revolution in New York City appeared a woman from one[Pg 206] of the Latin-American States. She wore a large number of decorations and insignia. It was explained that she was a Daughter of all two hundred and thirty-eight revolutions in her own country.

REWARD OF MERIT

A very tidy young man was distressed by his wife’s carelessness in attire at home. He was especially annoyed by a torn skirt, which his wife was forever pinning and never mending. Being a tidy man, he had acquired some skill with a needle in his bachelor days. With the intention of administering a rebuke to his wife, he set to work on the skirt during her absence and sewed it up neatly. When, on her return home, he showed her what he had done, she was touched and kissed him tenderly. Soon she left the room, to return with an armful of garments.

“Here are some more for you, darling,” she announced happily. “Don’t hurry. Just do them whenever you have time.”

REWARD OF VIRTUE

The little boy put a serious question to his mother:

“Please, mama, tell me: If I’m a good boy, and I die, and go to heaven, will God give me a nice ickle devil to play with?”

* * *

The teacher directed the class to compose fiction narrative. The most interesting story submitted ran as follows:

[Pg 207]

“A poor young man fell in love with the daughter of a rich lady who kept a candy store. The poor young man could not marry the rich candy lady’s daughter because he had not money enough to buy any furniture.

“A wicked man offered to give the young man twenty-five dollars if he would become a drunkard. The young man wanted the money very much, so he could marry the rich candy lady’s daughter, but when he got to the saloon he turned to the wicked man and said, ‘I will not become a drunkard even for twenty-five dollars. Get from behind me, Satan.’

“On his way home he found a pocketbook containing a million dollars in gold. Then the young lady consented to marry him. They had a beautiful wedding, and the next day they had twins. Thus you see that Virtue has its own reward.”

RULING PASSION

Noah Webster, the maker of the dictionary, carried his exact knowledge as to the meaning of words into ordinary speech. A story told of him-which is, of course, untrue-illustrates the point.

Noah’s wife entered the kitchen, to find him kissing the cook.

“Why, Noah,” she exclaimed, “I am surprised!”

The lexicographer regarded his wife disapprovingly, and rebuked her:

“You are astonished-I am surprised.”

[Pg 208]

SAFETY FIRST

“Come over here!” called a friend to an intoxicated citizen whom he saw across the street.

The man addressed blinked and shook his head.

“Come over there?” he called back. “Why, it’s all I can do to stay where I am.”

* * *

Amos Perkins was hired in the spring to shoot muskrats, which were overrunning the mill dam. An acquaintance paused to chat one day with Amos, who was sitting at ease on the bank of the stream, his gun safely out of reach.

“I hear the muskrats are undermining the dam,” the acquaintance said.

“So they be, so they be!” Amos agreed.

“Hi! there goes one!” cried the visitor, pointing. “Shoot! Why don’t you shoot, man?”

Amos spat tobacco juice emphatically, and answered: “Huh! think I want to lose my job?”

* * *

The disgruntled fisherman at the club lifted his voice and complained loudly. He protested against the base trickery of his two companions on the trip.

“It was agreed,” he explained, “before we started, that the one who caught the first fish must stand treat to a supper. Now, you’d hardly believe it, but it’s a fact that when we got to fishing, both those fellows deliberately refused to pull in their lines when they had bites, just so I’d be stuck.”

“That was a mean trick,” one of the auditors asserted[Pg 209] sympathetically. “How much did the supper cost you?”

The grouchy fisherman relaxed slightly.

“Oh,” he explained, “it wasn’t as bad as that. You see, I didn’t have any bait on my hook.”

* * *

A G. A. R. veteran told to some members of the American Legion the story of a private in the Civil War, who during the first battle of Bull Run found a post hole into which he lowered himself, so that only his eyes were above the level of the ground. An officer, noting this display of cowardice, darted to the spot, and with a threatening gesture of his sword, shouted fiercely, “get out of that hole!”

But the skulker did not come out. On the contrary, he put his thumb to his nose and waggled his fingers insultingly.

“Not on your life,” he retorted. “Hunt a hole for yourself. This belongs to me.”

* * *

The woman hesitated over buying the silver service.

“Of course,” she said, “I take your word for it that it’s solid silver, but somehow it doesn’t look it.”

“A great advantage, ma’am,” the shopkeeper declared suavely. “That service can be left right out in plain sight, and no burglar will look at it twice.”

SANITY

It is a matter of uncommon knowledge that personal perfection is a most trying thing to live with. In the United States recently, a woman sued for divorce, [Pg 210]alleging in the complaint against her husband that he had no faults. It was probably a subtle subconscious realization of the unpleasantness, even the unendurableness, of perfection in the domestic companionship that caused the obvious misprint in the following extract from a Scotch editorial concerning the new divorce legislation:

“But the Bill creates new grounds for the dissolution of the marriage bond, which are unknown to the law of Scotland. Cruelty, incurable sanity, or habitual drunkenness are proposed as separate grounds of divorce.”