Well, immediately after the first bottle of wine the ship takes to water and sticks to it ever after.
A man “butted in” at a waiting line before the railroad ticket window at New York, and the men who were in a hurry glowered.
I want a ticket for Boston, said the man and put 50 cents under the wicket.
You can’t go to Boston for 50 cents, returned the ticket seller.
Well, then, asked the man, where can I go for 50 cents?
And each of the fourteen men in that waiting room told him where he could go.
But, observed the fool man who had permitted his wife to take him along on her search for a spring bonnet, the hat doesn’t seem to fit. Now, I think a woman’s hat should conform to her head the same as a man’s.