Religion is free. You got the wrong kind.
The girl was very pretty. Leaning her dimpled elbows on the table she said—And what is your lecture to be about, professor?
I shall lecture on Keats, he replied.
Oh, professor, she gushed, what are keats?
A pretty young lady went into a Fourth Avenue music shop the other day. She tripped up to the counter, where a new clerk was busy, and in her sweetest tones asked—
Have you “Kissed Me in the Moonlight”?
No! It must have been the man at the other counter. I’ve only been here a week.