"Just so, but I don't see anything so funny about that."
"You don't, eh? That's queer," the man answered; "but then he hit me a crack in the eyes, and afterward knocked out one of my teeth, saying, 'And take that, too, you blooming Norwegian.'"
"But still I can't see anything funny," I protested.
"Ho! ho! ho!" the other yelled, "I made a fool of him, for you see, mister, the joke is that I'm a Swede."
They make it as easy as possible these days for those who want to become citizens.
Ever been on the scene when a lot of these fellows line up to be naturalized?
My friend, Clerk Donovan, down at City Hall, through whose hands the applications go, says it's as good as a circus.
One red-faced son of the Emerald Isle, whose carroty hair looked like a danger signal, stood in front of Clerk Donovan the other day, hoping to squeeze in.