“It’s a Monday,” stated his companion in misfortune.
“Ow!” said the first one, “wot a rotten wye to start the week!”
§ 202 A Touch of Summer Complaint
A small negro boy went to a physician in Natchez to be treated for a painful sensation in one of his ears. The doctor examined and found the ear was full of water.
“How did this happen,” he asked after he had drained the ear—“been going in swimming?”
“Naw, suh,” said the little darky—“been eatin’ watermelon!”
§ 203 He Never Went There Anyhow
A chronic imbiber in a New England city was clinging to a lamp-post one Sunday morning when a stranger came along and addressed him.
“Sir,” inquired the stranger, “can you tell me where the Second Presbyterian Church is?”
“Mister,” answered the weary one, “I don’t even know where the first one is!”