A Slight Misunderstanding
“So you have but just returned from a trip to Paris! You visited the Louvre, I suppose?”
“Oh, certainly, was so delighted with it, that I went all over it!”
“And which one of the many magnificent pictures pleased you most, Baroness?”
“Pictures? I did not see any pictures; the velvet coats charmed me most!”
“Ah, then you were at the dry-goods store ‘Louvre’!”
“Why, where else did you think?”
The Boy Understood
Minister (who has a few boy boarders):—“So you have sunk so low, Fritz, as to steal my milk from the cellar! But who is it, from whom you can conceal nothing; who sees everything; before whom I myself am nothing but a grain of sand?”
Fritz (weeping):—“Your wife, sir!”