“Why didn’t you march like somebody, and let the people see your banner?” she asked.
“Dearie,” sighed the professor, “did you see what was on that banner? It read, ‘Any man can vote. Why can’t I?’”
QUITE A CONTRAST
It’s all a matter of comparison, according to H. T. Webster, the cartoonist, who told the following as proof at a race meeting of the Salmagundi Club:
“Shrapnel shrieked all about. Bombs dropped from the sky, and every so often a big German shell burst overhead. Suddenly one Yank burst into a fit of laughter.
“‘S’matter, Buddy?’ his mate asks, fearing that he had suddenly gone insane.
“‘I was thinkin’, Bill,’ replied the other between chuckles, ‘of the runt that held me up one night in Memphis with a 22-caliber revolver.’”
AND HOLDING IT YET
Gen. Von Spew sat in his room and studied the map. Then he rang the bell at his elbow. In came Dunderkopf, his aide-de-camp.
“Dunderkopf, glance over this map. Do you see this hill?”