Förster:—“Now I have caught you—what are you doing here with that gun?”
Poacher:—“Oh, my! Herr Förster, I am so down on my luck, that I thought I’d just go into the woods and shoot—myself.”
A Gunner’s Memory
A:—“Have you heard the news? The Oberförster shot four deer yesterday!”
B:—“He told me he got two.”
A:—“Is that possible? Why, I spoke to him only about five minutes ago, at the Golden Star Inn.”
B:—“Oh, that explains it. I spoke to him half an hour ago.”
Improving Opportunities
Clerk (to his principal):—“Can I have this afternoon off, sir,—an old aunt of mine is to be buried?”