Pickled Puppies
A lady entering a crowded train, requested a little boy if she might put his basket, which he had beside him, up in the rack so that she might sit there. He assented willingly.
A short time later the lady remarked, “Sonny, I’m afraid your pickles are leaking.”
Little boy, disgustedly, “Them ain’t pickles, lady, them’s puppies.”
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Miss Marcella had a cat,
The cat she had a feller;
Their backyard concerts so annoyed
Ma made Marcella sell her.
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Speaking of society, we heard a good one the other night. A dude and his lady friend were tripping lightly back from the reception room when a rather stout lady whose gown started somewhere close to the ground and never could get strength enough to get any nearer to her shoulders, bumped into him. The dude was peeved and said aloud to his lady friend: “Like Balaam’s ass, some people are always getting in the way.” The fat dame, quick to retort, replied, “You are wrong. It was the angel who got in the way and the ass that spoke.”
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