77.
77.
Add, was the word the master gave to Dick,Dick scratched his head, and looking rather thick,Replied, “Hereafter it would make it stick.”“Dick,” cried the master, “rudeness is a sin;Behold the stocks, I’ll surely put youin.”“That,” answered Dick, “won’t alter it a feather,Hereafter it would make it hold together.”“Dick,” said the man, “if you insult me so,Your shoulders and my rod I’ll put inCo.”“ ’Tis all the same,” said Dick, “my worthy master,Hereafter it would make it stick the faster.”
Add, was the word the master gave to Dick,Dick scratched his head, and looking rather thick,Replied, “Hereafter it would make it stick.”“Dick,” cried the master, “rudeness is a sin;Behold the stocks, I’ll surely put youin.”“That,” answered Dick, “won’t alter it a feather,Hereafter it would make it hold together.”“Dick,” said the man, “if you insult me so,Your shoulders and my rod I’ll put inCo.”“ ’Tis all the same,” said Dick, “my worthy master,Hereafter it would make it stick the faster.”
Add, was the word the master gave to Dick,
Dick scratched his head, and looking rather thick,
Replied, “Hereafter it would make it stick.”
“Dick,” cried the master, “rudeness is a sin;
Behold the stocks, I’ll surely put youin.”
“That,” answered Dick, “won’t alter it a feather,
Hereafter it would make it hold together.”
“Dick,” said the man, “if you insult me so,
Your shoulders and my rod I’ll put inCo.”
“ ’Tis all the same,” said Dick, “my worthy master,
Hereafter it would make it stick the faster.”
78. Why is France like a skeleton?
79. Why is a woodman like a stage actor?
80. Why is the hour of noon on the dial-plate like a pair of spectacles?
81. Why is the best baker most in want of bread?
82.
Whether old Homer tippled wine or beer,Julep or cider, history is not clear;But plain it is—the bard, though wont to roam,But for one liquid, never had left home.
Whether old Homer tippled wine or beer,Julep or cider, history is not clear;But plain it is—the bard, though wont to roam,But for one liquid, never had left home.
Whether old Homer tippled wine or beer,
Julep or cider, history is not clear;
But plain it is—the bard, though wont to roam,
But for one liquid, never had left home.
83. Why is a coward like a mouse-trap?
84. Why is green grass like a mouse?
85. What two reasons why whispering in company is not proper?