And, per contra, when does a man sit down to a melancholy—we had nearly said melon-cholic—dessert? When he sits down to whine and to pine.
Where is it that all women are equally beautiful? A sly friend promptly replies, “Why, in the dark, of course.”
Why do girls like looking at the moon? Because there’s a man in it.
Why are stars the best astronomers? Because they have studded (studied) the heavens since the creation.
Why are stars like an old barn? Because there are r, a, t, s, in both.
What is that which, supposing its greatest breadth to be four inches, length nine inches, and depth three inches, contains a solid foot? A shoe.
What pomatum do you imagine a woman with very pretty feet uses for her hair? Neet-foot-oil.
Why is wit like a Chinese lady’s foot? Because brevity is the soul (sole) of it.
Why is the letter S like a pert repartee? Because it begins and ends in sauciness.
If a gentleman asked his lady-love to take one kind of wine, while he drank another, what two countries would he name? Port-you-gal, I’ll have White (Portugal—Isle of Wight).