Father: "Are you sure it's a lost ball?"
Small Boy: "Yes, Daddy; they're still looking for it."
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Small Boy (toying with dull blanc-mange): "Please may I have an ice instead of finishing this—'cos I feel sick?"
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THE NEW APPRECIATION
Wife (habitué of the Ring, gazing after stranger who has knocked her husband down): "That was a lovely upper-cut he gave you, George. I wonder who he is?"
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Lady: "I've just been making my side ache over your latest book."