THE FARMER’S ESCAPE FROM THE CHOLERA.
“Don’t live here,” replied the lawyer, scribbling over some legal documents.
“O, I thought this was the doctor’s office.”
“Next door, sir;” short, and still writing.
“I beg pardon, but can you tell me if the doctor has many patients?”
“Not living,” was the brief reply.
The old gentleman repeated the story in the vicinity, and the doctor threatened the lawyer with a libel. The latter apologized, saying, “it was only a joke, and that no man could sustain a libel against a lawyer,” when the doctor acknowledged the joke, and satisfaction, saying he would send up a bottle of wine, in token of reconciliation.