“Oh, shut up,” shouted the window shutters.
Whereupon the gas became very angry and, after flaring up, got hot under the collar, and saying that he refused to throw any light on the matter, went out.
“So you were only seventeen when you married? Well, you didn’t have to wait long for a husband, did you?”
“Not then, but I do now. He’s at the club five nights a week.”
There was an epidemic of measles at our county jail last summer and all the prisoners “broke out.”
At dinner the other day there was a young lady dining opposite me. I asked her to pass the ice-cream. She did so and I took one big spoonful. I cried like a child. It was horseradish. The young lady asked the cause of my grief. I told her I was thinking of old times and a brother who was hung in Montana. I passed her the “cream.” She took a spoonful and wept copiously. I inquired why she was crying and she said: “I’m crying because you weren’t hung the same time your brother was.”