What did they do with him?
They hung him.
“There’s a poor man out there that would give anything to see you.” “Who is it?” “A blind man.”
Tourist—“I suppose I can’t get a train for three hours?”
Station Agent—“O, yes; your train leaves in five minutes.”
Tourist—“Ah! That’s a great wait off my mind.”
“Where are you going?” asked a little boy of another, who had slipped and fallen on an icy pavement. “Going to get up!” was the blunt reply.