Artist—“Oh, that’s all right. I’m making a study of clouds.”
Rural Constable (impressively)—“Ah, but supposin’ your picture got into the hands of the enemy’s aircraft department, see the use they could make of it!”—Punch.
IT CAN’T BE DONE
All this talk of hyphenated citizenship has evidently had its effect upon a San Francisco youngster, American-born, who recently rebelled fiercely when his Italian father whipped him for some misdemeanor.
“But, Tommaso, your father has a right to whip you when you are bad,” someone of the family said.
Tommaso’s eyes flashed. “I am a citizen of the United States,” he declared. “Do you think I am going to let any foreigner lick me?”
A TWO-BIT HERO
“I’m going to decorate you for bravery, Mr. Wadleigh. Put this French war-orphan medal on your coat.”
“But I haven’t performed any deed of heroism.”