A—August! August!
B—You're a little wrong on your months. This is January.
A (punching him)—You fool! August is the name of the waiter.
The delay which retarded the progress of this joke to our ears impaired its effectiveness a little. The rest was more sprightly.
A—August, bring some chicken en casserole and combination salad for myself and the two ladies. Oh, I've forgotten my friend. What will you have?
B—Bring me some pigs' knuckles.
At this point A hit B for the second time and again called him a fool.
A—Why did you say, "Bring me some pigs' knuckles?"
B—Why did you ask me so pretty?
Thereupon they rehearsed the situation again.