Boy:—“No, sir; in the popgun. I shot sparrows with them.”
Had Them in His Head
“Can you name the bones of the skull?” asked a professor of a student.
“I have them all in my head,” was the answer, “but I can’t think of the names just now.”
Too Much Mustard
Doctor (to an emaciated patient):—“Now you want one mustard plaster on your chest and one on your back.”
Patient:—“Isn’t that rather too much mustard for so little meat, doctor?”