"I'd like to know," roared a man on the back row of benches, "if the street lights burn till twelve o'clock."
"Can't say," replied Geo. B. "I don't sit up to watch 'em."
"I move the report of the committee on lights and livers be accepted," said the wag.
The chairman gravely put the motion and it carried.
"How about the treasurer's report?" asked some one. "Did the secretary mislay that, too?"
The secretary glared at the speaker. Then he laid aside his newspaper, took an old envelope from his pocket, and read a memorandum evidently penciled upon the back of it.
"Total receipts," said he, "one dollar and eighty-nine cents. Total expenditures, two cents. Total cash balance on hand, one dollar and eighty-seven cents. Respectfully submitted."
"What shall we do with the report?" asked the chairman.
"I want to know where that two cents went to," cried Mr. Calker, the energetic gentleman on the back bench. "I demand an itemized report!"
The secretary and treasurer swore under his breath—or almost under his breath, while the audience laughed.