A German shoemaker left the gas turned on in his shop one night, and on arriving in the morning struck a match to light it. There was a terrific explosion and the shoemaker was blown out through the door almost to the middle of the street.
A passerby rushed to his assistance and after helping him to rise inquired if he was injured.
The little German gazed at his place of business, which was now burning quite briskly, and said.
“No, I ain’t hurt. But I got out shust in time, eh.”—What to Eat.
GRANDFATHER’S CRITICISM.
The christening party consisted of the proud father, the baby—a girl—the grandfather and the rest of the folks. The grandfather stood nearest the priest during the ceremony.
“What’s the child’s name?” asked the priest of the grandfather at the appropriate moment.
“I dunno,” the grandfather replied. And he turned to the father and whispered hoarsely: “What’s its name?”
“Hazel,” replied the father.
“What?” asked the grandfather.