“’Scuse me, boss. I ain’t disputin’ yo’ word, but any military gent’man dat gives dis old waiter a dollar tip is jes natcherly a ‘gen’ral.’”
MIXED HER DATES
The Khaki Gentleman: “Do you love me, darling?”
She: “Yes, Jack, dear.”
The Khaki Gentleman: “Jack! My name’s Harold!”
She (who has numerous admirers—one for each day of the week): “Oh, yes, of course! I keep thinking this is Saturday!”
HOOVER, GOD AND THREE OTHERS
A boy who had a habit of leaving food on his plate was told by his nurse that Mr. Hoover would get after him.
“Well, that makes five,” despondently said the boy.