“He is a dealer in drawing materials.”
“Crayons?”
“No, mustard plasters.”
Harry—Hello, Charlie, what do you think happened to me the other day—I was riding on a Sixth Avenue car when a very fine young lady entered the car and I immediately arose and gave the lady my seat.
Charlie—That was proper, perfectly proper.
Harry—Well, I only done it to see how I stood.
They had fallen out of a balloon and landed on the skylight of one of the skyscrapers.