Dizzy Joe:–"I don't believe Adam and Eve ever made no suit of cloze outer leaves. I'd like ter ketch that black hyena that burned up my Sunday duds."
(A month later.) Mr. Peter Hisites:–"This is great. The quiet solitude of the mighty woods and a good lunch is what fits me."
Dizzy Joe:–"Excuse me, sir! I–whatsermatter?"
Dizzy Joe:–"I was only about to remark, sir, when you slipped off the log, that I would like to buy one of them sangwishes if you'll take my note for it at thirty days."
Mr. Peter Hisites (ten minutes later):–"Do you catch on? We'll make fifty dollars a week apiece and our board an' washin' out of it!"