OCEAN TRAVEL
"Terribly rough, isn't it?" said the stranger on the ocean liner.
"Wal," replied the man from the farm, "'twouldn't be so rough if the cap'n would only keep in the furrows!"
The storm was increasing in violence and some of the deck fittings had already been swept overboard when the captain decided to send up a signal of distress. But hardly had the rocket burst over the ship when a solemn-faced passenger stepped on to the bridge. "Captain," he said, "I'd be the last man on earth to cast a damper on any man, but it seems to me that this is no time for letting off fireworks."
PASSENGER (after first night on board ship)—"I say, where have all my clothes vanished to?"
STEWARD—"Where did you put them last night?"
PASSENGER—"I folded them up carefully and put them in that cupboard over there."
STEWARD—"I see no cupboard, sir."
PASSENGER—"Are you blind, man? I mean that one with the round glass door to it."
STEWARD—"Lor' bless me, sir; that ain't no cupboard. That's the porthole."