“Why, papa, this is roast beef!” exclaimed little Archie at dinner, on the evening when Mr. Chumpleigh was present as the guest of honor.
“Of course,” said the father. “What of that?”
“Why, you told mamma this morning that you were going to bring a ‘muttonhead’ home for dinner this evening.”
I saw a sign in front of a fish store that said “Dry Herring.” I went in and said, “Mister, do you keep dry herring?” The storekeeper said, “Yes.” I said, “Why don’t you give them a drink?”
“He doesn’t cut any ice, does he?”
“Who?”
“The coal man.”