His sister married a market gardener over in New Jersey, and when his summertime vacation came Smitty went to visit her for two weeks. His new brother-in-law had bought a car and had promised to tour Smitty about the State and show him the sights.
At the end of a week Smitty was back at work. One of the regular patrons hailed him:
“Hey, Smitty, I thought you were going to stay longer. Didn’t you care for country life?”
“Nix on dat stuff fur me,” said Smitty. “I’m offen it fur life. Say, dat Joisey soitinly is one funny place. Why, all dem towns over there is got different names!”
§ 76 With Credit to S. Blythe
Sam Blythe claims this is a true one. Maybe he is right; Sam generally is.
He says a Washington wholesaler wished to learn the relative qualities of two brands of mucilage. He handed one bottle of each brand to his negro janitor.
“Henry,” he said, “take these and test them and see which one is the stickier.”
Hours passed before Henry reappeared. Wearing a somewhat unhappy, not to say distressed, expression, he entered his employer’s office and placed the two bottles on the latter’s desk.
“Well, Henry,” said the jobber, “what’s the result of your experiments?”