THREE MEN IN A TUB
ON reaching the seashore, Robinson Crusoe raised a spy glass to his eyes and looked carefully over the water. And then all of a sudden he lowered the glass and whispered: "The cannibals are coming! We must go back to my fort at once."
"Do they eat cats?" asked Puss, Junior.
"I don't know," replied Mr. Crusoe. "You see, I've never met a cannibal; in fact, I've always held aloof from them."
Crusoe's man Friday was nearly frightened to death. He was as pale as a black ghost, which is pretty white for a negro.
Once inside the fort, Mr. Crusoe again took a look at the cannibals. "Why, I guess I've made a mistake," he cried; "it's a tub, not a canoe!"
"Rub-a-dub-dub!
Three men in a tub;
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick maker,
Turn 'em out knaves all three!"