A Poor Excuse
Förster:—“Now I have caught you—what are you doing here with that gun?”
Poacher:—“Oh, my! Herr Förster, I am so down on my luck, that I thought I’d just go into the woods and shoot—myself.”
Förster:—“Now I have caught you—what are you doing here with that gun?”
Poacher:—“Oh, my! Herr Förster, I am so down on my luck, that I thought I’d just go into the woods and shoot—myself.”