Huh, then how long would it run if you wound it?
I sometimes wonder, said an Englishman visiting New York, to a pretty girl sitting next to him at dinner, what becomes of all your peaches here in America.
Oh, was the reply, we eat what we can, and we can what we can’t.
Look here! angrily exclaimed the householder, pointing to a cigar-stump that lay on the floor of the back porch. That was in the lump of ice you left here yesterday morning! Well, belligerently replied the iceman, what did you expect to get for fifteen cents—a box of perfectos?
I, said the temperance man, strongly object to the custom of christening ships with champagne.
I don’t, replied the other man. I think there’s a temperance lesson in it.
How can that be?