A drummer approached a girl in charge of a soda fountain and before giving his order asked—How is the milkmaid to-night?
Milk isn’t made; it comes from cows, you fool, was the retort. He was glad to close his mouth with some of it.
No man is as well known as he thinks he is, says Caruso. I was motoring on Long Island recently. My car broke down and I entered a farmhouse to get warm. The farmer and I chatted, and when he asked my name I told him modestly that it was Caruso. At that he threw up his hands.
Caruso! he exclaimed. Robinson Caruso, the great traveler! Little did I expect ever to see a man like yer in this here humble kitchen, sir!
What do you mean by an “eight-day clock?”
One that will run eight days without winding.