A Blush Absorber.
Housewife—Your impudence amazes me. I infer by your nose that——
Tramp—Ah, madam, you do me great wrong. I do not drink. My nose is simply a blush absorber.
—Detroit Free Press.
Doctor—Now, gentlemen, how do you feel, one at a time, please?
Darky—I feels gay, boss. Chickens better roost high to-night.
Hebrew—So help me, Abraham, I vould give a quarter for a job lot of dat stuff.
Irishman—I fale loike kicking the stoofin out of Branigan's bull pup.