Ikey—The man stopped shaving and grew some whiskers.
Visitor—How’s your brother, Tommy?
Tommy—He’s in bed; he hurt himself.
Visitor—How did he do it?
Tommy—We were playing who could lean furthest out of a window, and he won.
A lad sat on the floor playing. Suddenly he set up a howl.
Henry, what is the matter? asked the mother.
The cat scratched me.