Engine two blew out a flue; what’ll I do?—Bill Blue.
Then he sat down to wait instructions. This is what came over the wires from the superintendent’s office twenty minutes later.
Bill Blue—You plug that flue in engine two and pull her through in time to get out of the way of twenty-two.
This order is stuck up in the cab of engine 2.
Friend—My, vot a rotten cigar you giff me.
Storekeeper—You should worry. You got vun, I got five hundred!
Mother—Rachel, your beau was here to see you last night.