"They tell me you're working 'ard night an' day, Sarah?" her bosom friend Ann said.
"Yes," returned Sarah. "I'm under bonds to keep the peace for pullin' the whiskers out of that old scoundrel of a husban' of mine, and the Magistrate said that if I come afore 'im ag'in, or laid me 'ands on the old man, he'd fine me forty shillin's!"
"And so you're working 'ard to keep out of mischief?"
"Not much; I'm workin' 'ard to save up the fine!"
"Mike, I wish I knew where I was goin' to die. I'd give a thousand dollars to know the place where I'm goin' to die."
"Well, Pat, what good would it do if yez knew?"
"Lots," said Pat. "Shure I'd never go near that place."
There once was a pious young priest,Who lived almost wholly on yeast;"For," he said, "it is plainWe must all rise again,And I want to get started, at least."
There once was a pious young priest,Who lived almost wholly on yeast;"For," he said, "it is plainWe must all rise again,And I want to get started, at least."
There once was a pious young priest,
Who lived almost wholly on yeast;
"For," he said, "it is plain
We must all rise again,
And I want to get started, at least."
SeeMemory.
HER FATHER—"So my daughter has consented to become your wife. Have you fixed the day of the wedding?"
SUITOR—"I will leave that to my fiancée."
H.F.—"Will you have a church or a private wedding?"
S.—"Her mother can decide that, sir."
H.F.—"What have you to live on?"
S.—"I will leave that entirely to you, sir."
The London consul of a continental kingdom was informed by his government that one of his countrywomen, supposed to be living in Great Britain, had been left a large fortune. After advertising without result, he applied to the police, and a smart young detective was set to work. A few weeks later his chief asked how he was getting on.
"I've found the lady, sir."
"Good! Where is she?"
"At my place. I married her yesterday."
"I would die for you," said the rich suitor.
"How soon?" asked the practical girl.
HE—"I'd like to meet Miss Bond."
SHE—"Why?"
"I hear she has thirty thousand a year and no incumbrance."
"Is she looking for one?"—Life.
MAUDE—"I've just heard of a case where a man married a girl on his deathbed so she could have his millions when he was gone. Could you love a girl like that?"
JACK—"That's just the kind of a girl I could love. What's her address?"
"Yes," said the old man to his young visitor, "I am proud of my girls, and would like to see them comfortably married, and as I have made a little money they will not go penniless to their husbands. There is Mary, twenty-five years old, and a really good girl. I shall give her $1,000 when she marries. Then comes Bet, who won't see thirty-five again, and I shall give her $3,000, and the man who takes Eliza, who is forty, will have $5,000 with her."
The young man reflected for a moment and then inquired: "You haven't one about fifty, have you?"
"Fust time you've ever milked a cow, is it?" said Uncle Josh to his visiting nephew. "Wal, y' do it a durn sight better'n most city fellers do."
"It seems to come natural somehow," said the youth, flushing with pleasure. "I've had a good deal of practice with a fountain pen."
"Percy" asks if we know anything which will change the color of the fingers when they have become yellow from cigarette smoking.
He might try using one of the inferior makes of fountain pens.
"You are in favor of a safe and sane Fourth of July?"
"Yes," replied Mr. Growcher. "We ought to have that kind of a day at least once a year."
One Fourth of July night in London, the Empire Music Hall advertised special attractions to American visitors. All over the auditorium the Union Jack and Stars and Stripes enfolded one another, and at the interludes were heard "Yankee Doodle" and "Hail Columbia," while a quartette sang "Down upon the Swanee River." It was an occasion to swell the heart of an exiled patriot. Finally came the turn of the Human Encyclopedia, who advanced to the front of the stage and announced himself ready to answer, sight unseen, all questions the audience might propound. A volley of queries was fired at him, and the Encyclopedia breathlessly told the distance of the earth from Mars, the number of bones in the human skeleton, of square miles in the British Empire, and other equally important facts. There was a brief pause, in which an American stood up.
"What great event took place July 4, 1776?" he propounded in a loud glad voice.
The Human Encyclopedia glared at him. "Th' hincident you speak of, sir, was a hinfamous houtrage!"
SeeHusbands.
TOMMY—"Pop, what is a freethinker?"
POP—"A freethinker, my son, is any man who isn't married."
"I understand you speak French like a native."
"No," replied the student; "I've got the grammar and the accent down pretty fine. But it's hard to learn the gestures."
In Paris last summer a southern girl was heard to drawl between the acts of "Chantecler": "I think it's mo' fun when you don't understand French. It sounds mo' like chickens!"—Life.
SeeCollege Students.
The Lord gives our relatives,Thank God we can choose our friends.
The Lord gives our relatives,Thank God we can choose our friends.
The Lord gives our relatives,
Thank God we can choose our friends.
"Father."
"Well, what is it?"
"It says here, 'A man is known by the company he keeps.' Is that so, Father?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Well, Father, if a good man keeps company with a bad man, is the good man bad because he keeps company with the bad man, and is the bad man good because he keeps company with the good man?"—Punch.
Here's champagne to our real friends.And real pain to our sham friends.
Here's champagne to our real friends.And real pain to our sham friends.
Here's champagne to our real friends.
And real pain to our sham friends.
It's better to make friends fastThan to make fast friends.
It's better to make friends fastThan to make fast friends.
It's better to make friends fast
Than to make fast friends.
Some friends are a habit—some a luxury.
A friend is one who overlooks your virtues and appreciates your faults.
A visitor to Philadelphia, unfamiliar with the garb of the Society of Friends, was much interested in two demure and placid Quakeresses who took seats directly behind her in the Broad Street Station. After a few minutes' silence she was somewhat startled to hear a gentle voice inquire: "Sister Kate, will thee go to the counter and have a milk punch on me?"—Carolina Lockhart.
Friendly may we part and quickly meet again.
There's fellowshipIn every sipOf friendship's brew.
There's fellowshipIn every sipOf friendship's brew.
There's fellowship
In every sip
Of friendship's brew.
May we all travel through the world and sow it thick with friendship.
Here's to the four hinges of Friendship—Swearing, Lying, Stealing and Drinking.When you swear, swear by your country;When you lie, lie for a pretty woman,When you steal, steal away from bad companyAnd when you drink, drink with me.
Here's to the four hinges of Friendship—Swearing, Lying, Stealing and Drinking.When you swear, swear by your country;When you lie, lie for a pretty woman,When you steal, steal away from bad companyAnd when you drink, drink with me.
Here's to the four hinges of Friendship—
Swearing, Lying, Stealing and Drinking.
When you swear, swear by your country;
When you lie, lie for a pretty woman,
When you steal, steal away from bad company
And when you drink, drink with me.
The trouble with having friends is the upkeep.
"Brown volunteered to lend me money."
"Did you take it?"
"No. That sort of friendship is too good to lose."
"I let my house furnished, and they've had measles there. Of course we've had the place disinfected; so I suppose it's quite safe. What do you think?"
"I fancy it would be all right, dear; but I think, perhaps, it would be safer to lend it to a friend first."—Punch.
"Hoo is it, Jeemes, that you mak' sic an enairmous profit aff yer potatoes? Yer price is lower than ony ither in the toon and ye mak' extra reductions for yer freends."
"Weel, ye see, I knock aff twa shillin's a ton beacuse a customer is a freend o' mine, an' then I jist tak' twa hundert-weight aff the ton because I'm a freend o' his."—Punch.
The conductor of a western freight train saw a tramp stealing a ride on one of the forward cars. He told the brakeman in the caboose to go up and put the man off at the next stop. When the brakeman approached the tramp, the latter waved a big revolver and told him to keep away.
"Did you get rid of him?" the conductor asked the brakeman, when the train was under motion again.
"I hadn't the heart," was the reply. "He turned out to be an old school friend of mine."
"I'll take care of him," said the conductor, as he started over the tops of the cars.
After the train had made another stop and gone on, the brakeman came into the caboose and said to the conductor:
"Well, is he off?"
"No; he turned out to be an old school friend of mine, too."
If a man does not make new acquaintances, as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, Sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair.—Samuel Johnson.
They say, and I am glad they say,It is so; and it may be so;It may be just the other way,I cannot tell, but this I know—From quiet homes and first beginningsOut to the undiscovered endsThere's nothing worth the wear of winningSave laughter and the love of friends.—Hilaire Belloc.
They say, and I am glad they say,It is so; and it may be so;It may be just the other way,I cannot tell, but this I know—From quiet homes and first beginningsOut to the undiscovered endsThere's nothing worth the wear of winningSave laughter and the love of friends.
They say, and I am glad they say,
It is so; and it may be so;
It may be just the other way,
I cannot tell, but this I know—
From quiet homes and first beginnings
Out to the undiscovered ends
There's nothing worth the wear of winning
Save laughter and the love of friends.
—Hilaire Belloc.
—Hilaire Belloc.
Fun is like life insurance, th' older you git th' more it costs.—Abe Martin.
See alsoAmusements.
There was an old man in a hearse,Who murmured, "This might have been worse;Of course the expenseIs simply immense,But it doesn't come out of my purse."
There was an old man in a hearse,Who murmured, "This might have been worse;Of course the expenseIs simply immense,But it doesn't come out of my purse."
There was an old man in a hearse,
Who murmured, "This might have been worse;
Of course the expense
Is simply immense,
But it doesn't come out of my purse."
GUEST—"That's a beautiful rug. May I ask how much it cost you?"
HOST—"Five hundred dollars. A hundred and fifty for it and the rest for furniture to match."
A certain young man's friends thought he was dead, but he was only in a state of coma. When, in ample time to avoid being buried, he showed signs of life, he was asked how it seemed to be dead.
"Dead?" he exclaimed. "I wasn't dead. I knew all that was going on. And I knew I wasn't dead, too, because my feet were cold and I was hungry."
"But how did that fact make you think you were still alive?" asked one of the curious.
"Well, this way; I knew that if I were in heaven I wouldn't be hungry. And if I was in the other place my feet wouldn't be cold."
FATHER (impressively)—"Suppose I should be taken away suddenly, what would become of you, my boy?"
IRREVERENT SON—"I'd stay here. The question is, What would become of you?"
"Look here, now, Harold," said a father to his little son, who was naughty, "if you don't say your prayers you won't go to Heaven."
"I don't want to go to Heaven," sobbed the boy; "I want to go with you and mother."
On a voyage across the ocean an Irishman died and was about to be buried at sea. His friend Mike was the chief mourner at the burial service, at the conclusion of which those in charge wrapped the body in canvas preparatory to dropping it overboard. It is customary to place heavy shot with a body to insure its immediate sinking, but in this instance, nothing else being available, a large lump of coal was substituted. Mike's cup of sorrow overflowed his eyes, and he tearfully exclaimed,
"Oh, Pat, I knew you'd never get to heaven, but, begorry, I didn't think you'd have to furnish your own fuel."
An Irishman told a man that he had fallen so low in this life that in the next he would have to climb up hill to get into hell.
When P.T. Barnum was at the head of his "great moral show," it was his rule to send complimentary tickets to clergymen, and the custom is continued to this day. Not long ago, after the Reverend Doctor Walker succeeded to the pastorate of the Reverend Doctor Hawks, in Hartford, there came to the parsonage, addressed to Doctor Hawks, tickets for the circus, with the compliments of the famous showman. Doctor Walker studied the tickets for a moment, and then remarked:
"Doctor Hawks is dead and Mr. Barnum is dead; evidently they haven't met."
Archbishop Ryan once attended a dinner given him by the citizens of Philadelphia and a brilliant company of men was present. Among others were the president of the Pennsylvania Railroad; ex-Attorney-General MacVeagh, counsel for the road, and other prominent railroad men.
Mr. MacVeagh, in talking to the guest of the evening, said: "Your Grace, among others you see here a great many railroad men. There is a peculiarity of railroad men that even on social occasions you will find that they always take their lawyer with them. That is why I am here. They never go anywhere without their counsel. Now they have nearly everything that men want, but I have a suggestion to make to you for an exchange with us. We can give free passes on all the railroads of the country. Now if you would only give us—say a free pass to Paradise by way of exchange."
"Ah, no," said His Grace, with a merry twinkle in his eye, "that would never do. I would not like to separate them from their counsel."
Th' only time some fellers ever dig in th' gardens is just before they go a fishin'.—Abe Martin.
"I am going to start a garden," announced Mr. Subbubs. "A few months from now I won't be kicking about your prices."
"No," said the grocer; "you'll be wondering how I can afford to sell vegetables so cheap."
A Georgia woman who moved to Philadelphia found she could not be contented without the colored mammy who had been her servant for many years. She sent for old mammy, and the servant arrived in due season. It so happened that the Georgia woman had to leave town the very day mammy arrived. Before departing she had just time to explain to mammy the modern conveniences with which her apartment was furnished. The gas stove was the contrivance which interested the colored woman most. After the mistress of the household had lighted the oven, the broiler, and the other burners and felt certain the old servant understood its operations, the mistress hurried for her train.
She was absent for two weeks and one of her first questions to mammy was how she had worried along.
"De fines' ever," was the reply. "And dat air gas stove—O my! Why do you know, Miss Flo'ence, dat fire aint gone out yit."
"This is a foine country, Bridget!" exclaimed Norah, who had but recently arrived in the United States. "Sure, it's generous everybody is. I asked at the post-office about sindin' money to me mither, and the young man tells me I can get a money order for $10 for 10 cents. Think of that now!"
At one of these reunions of the Blue and the Gray so happily common of late, a northern veteran, who had lost both arms and both legs in the service, caused himself to be posted in a conspicuous place to receive alms. The response to his appeal was generous and his cup rapidly filled.
Nobody gave him more than a dime, however, except a grizzled warrior of the lost cause, who plumped in a dollar. And not content, he presently came that way again and plumped in another dollar.
The cripple's gratitude did not quite extinguish his curiosity. "Why," he inquired, "do you, who fought on the other side, give me so much more than any of those who were my comrades in arms?"
The old rebel smiled grimly. "Because," he replied, "you're the first Yank I ever saw trimmed up just to suit me."
At dinner one day, it was noticed that a small daughter of the minister was putting aside all the choice pieces of chicken and her father asked her why she did that. She explained that she was saving them for her dog. Her father told her there were plenty of bones the dog could have so she consented to eat the dainty bits. Later she collected the bones and took them to the dog saying, "I meant to give a free will offering but it is only a collection."
A little newsboy with a cigarette in his mouth entered a notion store and asked for a match.
"We onlysellmatches," said the storekeeper.
"How much are they?" asked the future citizen.
"Penny a box," was the answer.
"Gimme a box," said the boy.
He took one match, lit the cigarette, and handed the box back over the counter, saying, "Here, take it and put it on de shelf, and when anodder sport comes and asks for a match, give him one on me."
Little Ralph belonged to a family of five. One morning he came into the house carrying five stones which he brought to his mother, saying:
"Look, mother, here are tombstones for each one of us."
The mother, counting them, said:
"Here is one for father, dear! Here is one for mother! Here is brother's! Here is the baby's; but there is none for Delia, the maid."
Ralph was lost in thought for a moment, then cheerfully cried:
"Oh, well, never mind, mother; Delia can have mine, and I'll live!"
She was making the usual female search for her purse when the conductor came to collect the fares.
Her companion meditated silently for a moment, then, addressing the other, said:
"Let us divide this Mabel; you fumble and I'll pay."
"Sadie, what is a gentleman?"
"Please, ma'am," she answered, "a gentleman's a man you don't know very well."
Two characters in Jeffery Farnol's "Amateur Gentleman" give these definitions of a gentleman:
"A gentleman is a fellow who goes to a university, but doesn't have to learn anything; who goes out into the world, but doesn't have to work at anything; and who has never been black-balled at any of the clubs."
"A gentleman is (I take it) one born with the God-like capacity to think and feel for others, irrespective of their rank or condition.... One who possesses an ideal so lofty, a mind so delicate, that it lifts him above all things ignoble and base, yet strengthens his hands to raise those who are fallen—no matter how low."
The poet Heine and Baron James Rothschild were close friends. At the dinner table of the latter the financier asked the poet why he was so silent, when usually so gay and full of witty remarks.
"Quite right," responded Heine, "but to-night I have exchanged views with my German friends and my head is fearfully empty."
"I confess, that the subject of psychical research makes no great appeal to me," Sir William Henry Perkin, the inventor of coal-tar dyes, told some friends in New York recently. "Personally, in the course of a fairly long career, I have heard at first hand but one ghost story. Its hero was a man whom I may as well call Snooks.
"Snooks, visiting at a country house, was put in the haunted chamber for the night. He said that he did not feel the slightest uneasiness, but nevertheless, just as a matter of precaution, he took to bed with him a revolver of the latest American pattern.
"He slept peacefully enough until the clock struck two, when he awoke with an unpleasant feeling of oppression. He raised his head and peered about him. The room was wanly illumined by the full moon, and in that weird, bluish light he thought he discerned a small, white hand clasping the rail at the foot of the bed.
"'Who's there?' he asked tremulously.
"There was no reply. The small white hand did not move.
"'Who's there?' he repeated. 'Answer me or I'll shoot.'
"Again there was no reply.
"Snooks cautiously raised himself, took careful aim and fired.
"From that night on he's limped. Shot off two of his own toes."
When Lawrence Barrett's daughter was married Stuart Robson sent a check for $5000 to the bridegroom. The comedian's daughter, Felicia Robson, who attended the wedding conveyed the gift.
"Felicia," said her father upon her return, "did you give him the check?"
"Yes, Father," answered the daughter.
"What did he say?" asked Robson.
"He didn't say anything," replied Miss Felicia, "but he shed tears."
"How long did he cry?"
"Why Father, I didn't time him. I should say, however, that he wept fully a minute."
"Fully a minute," mused Robson. "Why, Daughter, I cried an hour after I signed it."
A church house in a certain rural district was sadly in need of repairs. The official board had called a meeting of the parishioners to see what could be done toward raising the necessary funds. One of the wealthiest and stingiest of the adherents of that church arose and said that he would give five dollars, and sat down.
Just then a bit of plastering fell from the ceiling and hit him squarely upon the head. Whereupon he jumped up, looked confused and said: "I—er—I meant I'll give fifty dollars!" then again resumed his seat.
After a brief silence a voice was heard to say: "O Lord, hit 'im again!"
He gives twice who gives quickly because the collectors come around later on and hit him for another subscription.—Puck.
"Presents," I often say, "endear Absents."—Charles Lamb.
In giving, a man receives more than he gives, and the more is in proportion to the worth of the thing given.—George MacDonald.
See alsoChristmas gifts.
A clergyman was quite ill as a result of eating many pieces of mince pie.
A brother minister visited him and asked him if he was afraid to die.
"No," the sick man replied, "But I should be ashamed to die from eating too much."
There was a young person named Ned,Who dined before going to bed,On lobster and hamAnd salad and jam,And when he awoke he was dead.
There was a young person named Ned,Who dined before going to bed,On lobster and hamAnd salad and jam,And when he awoke he was dead.
There was a young person named Ned,
Who dined before going to bed,
On lobster and ham
And salad and jam,
And when he awoke he was dead.
Two Scotchmen met and exchanged the small talk appropriate to the hour. As they were parting to go supperward Sandy said to Jock:
"Jock, mon, I'll go ye a roond on the links in the morrn'."
"The morrn'?" Jock repeated.
"Aye, mon, the morrn'," said Sandy. "I'll go ye a roond on the links in the morrn'."
"Aye, weel," said Jock, "I'll go ye. But I had intended to get marriet in the morrn'."
GOLFER (unsteadied by Christmas luncheon) to Opponent—
"Sir, I wish you clearly to understand that I resent your unwarrant—your interference with my game, sir! Tilt the green once more, sir, and I chuck the match."
Doctor William S. Rainsford is an inveterate golf player. When he was rector of St. George's Church, in New York City, he was badly beaten on the links by one of his vestrymen. To console the clergyman the vestryman ventured to say: "Never mind, Doctor, you'll get satisfaction some day when I pass away. Then you'll read the burial service over me."
"I don't see any satisfaction in that," answered the clergy-man, "for you'll still be in the hole."
SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER—"Willie, do you know what beomes of boys who use bad language when they're playing marbles?"
WILLIE—"Yes, miss. They grow up and play golf."
The game of golf, as every humorist knows, is conducive to profanity. It is also a terrible strain on veracity, every man being his own umpire.
Four men were playing golf on a course where the hazard on the ninth hole was a deep ravine.
They drove off. Three went into the ravine and one managed to get his ball over. The three who had dropped into the ravine walked up to have a look. Two of them decided not to try to play their balls out and gave up the hole. The third said he would go down and play out his ball. He disappeared into the deep crevasse. Presently his ball came bobbing out and after a time he climbed up.
"How many strokes?" asked one of his opponents.
"Three."
"But I heard six."
"Three of them were echoes!"
When Mark Twain came to Washington to try to get a decent copyright law passed, a representative took him out to Chevy Chase.
Mark Twain refused to play golf himself, but he consented to walk over the course and watch the representative's strokes. The representative was rather a duffer. Teeing off, he sent clouds of earth flying in all directions. Then, to hide his confusion he said to his guest: "What do you think of our links here, Mr. Clemens?"
"Best I ever tasted," said Mark Twain, as he wiped the dirt from his lips with his handkerchief.
A glass is good, a lass is good,And a pipe to smoke in cold weather,The world is good and the people are good,And we're all good fellows together.
A glass is good, a lass is good,And a pipe to smoke in cold weather,The world is good and the people are good,And we're all good fellows together.
A glass is good, a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather,
The world is good and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.
May good humor preside when good fellows meet,And reason prescribe when'tis time to retreat.
May good humor preside when good fellows meet,And reason prescribe when'tis time to retreat.
May good humor preside when good fellows meet,
And reason prescribe when'tis time to retreat.
Here's to us that are here, to you that are there, and the rest of us everywhere.
Here's to all the world,—For fear some darn fool may take offence.
Here's to all the world,—For fear some darn fool may take offence.
Here's to all the world,—
For fear some darn fool may take offence.
A gossip is a person who syndicates his conversation.—Dick Dickinson.
Gossips are the spies of life.
"However did you reconcile Adele and Mary?"
"I gave them a choice bit of gossip and asked them not to repeat it to each other."
The seven-year-old daughter of a prominent suburban resident is, the neighbors say, a precocious youngster; at all events, she knows the ways of the world.
Her mother had occasion to punish her one day last week for a particularly mischievous prank, and after she had talked it over very solemnly sent the little girl up to her room.
An hour later the mother went upstairs. The child was sitting complacently on the window seat, looking out at the other children.
"Well, little girl," the mother began, "did you tell God all about how naughty you'd been?"
The youngster shook her head, emphatically. "Guess I didn't," she gurgled; "why, it'd be all over heaven in no time."
Get a gossip wound up and she will run somebody down.—Life.
"Papa, mamma says that one-half the world doesn't know how the other half lives."
"Well, she shouldn't blame herself, dear, it isn't her fault."
It is only national history that "repeats itself." Your private history is repeated by the neighbors.
"You're a terrible scandal-monger, Linkum," said Jorrocks.
"Why in thunder don't you make it a rule to tell only half what you hear?"
"That's what I do do," said Linkum. "Only I tell the spicy half."
"What," asked the Sunday-school teacher, "is meant by bearing false witness against one's neighbor?"
"It's telling falsehoods about them," said the one small maid.
"Partly right and partly wrong," said the teacher.
"I know," said another little girl, holding her hand high in the air. "It's when nobody did anything and somebody went and told about it."—H.R. Bennett.
MAUD—"That story you told about Alice isn't worth repeating."
KATE—"It's young yet; give it time."
SON—"Why do people say 'Dame Gossip'?"
FATHER—"Because they are too polite to leave off the 'e.'"
I cannot tell how the truth may be;I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Never tell evil of a man, if you do not know it for a certainty, and if you do know it for a certainty, then ask yourself, "Why should I tell it?"—Lavater.
"Don't you think the coal-mines ought to be controlled by the government?"
"I might if I didn't know who controlled the government."—Life.
The governor of a western state was dining with the family of a Representative in Congress from that state, and opposite him at table sat the little girl of the family, aged ten. She gazed at the Governor solemnly throughout the repast.
Finally the youngster asked, "Are you really and truly a governor?"
"Yes," replied the great man laughingly; "I really and truly am."
"I've always wanted to see a governor," continued the child, "for I've heard Daddy speak of 'em."
"Well," rejoined the Governor, "now that you have seen one, are you satisfied?"
"No, sir," answered the youngster, without the slightest impertinence, but with an air of great conviction, "no, sir; I'm disappointed."
"What is meant by graft?" said the inquiring foreigner.
"Graft," said the resident of a great city, "is a system which ultimately results in compelling a large portion of the population to apologize constantly for not having money, and the remainder to explain how they got it."
LADY—"I guess you're gettin' a good thing out o' tending the rich Smith boy, ain't ye, doctor?"
DOCTOR—"Well, yes; I get a pretty good fee. Why?"
LADY—"Well, I hope you won't forget that my Willie threw the brick that hit 'im!"
Every man has his price, but some hold bargain sales.—Satire.
The Democrats had a clear working majority in ——, Illinois, for a number of years. But when the Fifteenth Amendment went into effect it enfranchised so many of the "culled bredren" as to make it apparent to the party leaders that unless a good many black votes could be bought up, the Republicans would carry the city election. Accordingly advances were made to the Rev. Brother ——, whose influence it was thought desirable to secure, inasmuch as he was certain to control the votes of his entire church.
He was found "open to conviction," and arrangements progressed satisfactorily until it was asked how much money would be necessary to secure his vote and influence.
With an air of offended dignity, Brother —— replied:
"Now, gemmen, as a regular awdained minister ob de Baptist Church dis ting has gone jes as far as my conscience will 'low; but, gemmen, my son will call round to see you in de mornin'."
A well-known New York contractor went into the tailor's, donned his new suit, and left his old one for repairs. Then he sought a café and refreshed the inner man; but as he reached in his pocket for the money to settle his check, he realized that he had neglected to transfer both purse and watch when he left his suit. As he hesitated, somewhat embarrassed, he saw a bill on the floor at his feet. Seizing it thankfully, he stepped to the cashier's desk and presented both check and money.
"That was a two dollar bill," he explained when he counted his change.
"I know it," said the cashier, with a toss of her blond head. "I'm dividing with you. I saw it first."