VOTING
PAT—"Sure, I voted th' Raypublican ticket!"
MIKE—"Would ye trust such a party as thot?"
PAT—"They didn't ask me to—they paid me cash."
In St. Louis there is one ward that is full of breweries. In a recent election the local option question was up. After the election the clerks were counting the votes. One was calling off and another taking down the option votes. The first clerk, running rapidly through the ballots, said: "Wet, wet, wet, wet." Suddenly he stopped. "Mein Gott!" he cried. "Dry!" Then he went on: "Wet, wet, wet, wet." Presently he stopped again and mopped his brow. "Himmel!" he said. "The son-of-a-gun repeated."
DORA-"How did you vote?"
FLORA-"In my brown suit and squirrel toque."
"I do hope that when I am able to vote," said the pretty young wife, "I will be as influential in politics as my husband."
"How is that?" asked her friend.
"Why, he has voted in two Presidential elections, and both times his choice was elected."