The next night Ananias came home very late from the races. Are you asleep, he whispered to his wife who was in bed with her face to the wall. No, she answered in distinct and hissing tones. You had better call up Lenox 1020, your horse wants to speak to you.
Two men were waiting for a train and one said—I will ask you a question, and if I can not answer my own question, I will buy the tickets. Then you ask a question, and if you can not answer your own, you buy the tickets. The other agreed to this. Well, the first man said, you see those rabbit-holes? How do they dig those holes without leaving any dirt around them? The other confessed—I don’t know. That’s your question, so answer it yourself. The first man winked and replied—They begin at the bottom and dig up! But, said the second man, how do they get at the bottom to begin? That’s your question, was the first man’s rejoinder. Answer it yourself. The other man bought the tickets.
Here is an incident that a Chanute man tells as having occurred in a certain Kansas town. He was in the ticket office and watched the proceedings.
A man came up to the window and asked for a ticket to Kansas City, inquiring the price.
Two twenty-five, said the agent.
The man dug down into a well-worn pocketbook and fished out a bill. It was a banknote for $2. It was also all the money he had.
How soon does this train go? he inquired.