“My dear, why are you saving those old fly-papers?” “Why, you said you always have to buy flies when you go fishing.”
A church choir played a game of ball the other day. The preacher came out to the ground to compare “notes,” but made a “short stop,” and when the “tenor” got put out on “first bass” they went home “alto”-gether.
“My husband has given up smoking.”
“It must have taken some will-power.”
“All I had.”
“It’s my treat to-night,” said the summer youth, as he bought the ice cream for the girls on the piazza.
“That’s all right,” said the doctor. “I will treat to-morrow.”