Over the teacups: "Do you believe that awful story they are telling about Miss Prim?"
Ladies in Chorus—"Yes. What is it?"
"Say, mister," said the little fresh air child as she watched the cattle enjoying their cud, "do you have to buy gum for all of them cows to chew?"
I remember the Colonel from Missouri who forgot the name of the suburb he wanted to go to near Boston. "It runs in my head," said he to the hotel clerk, "its name is something like whisky straight, though that is not it exactly." "Oh," said the clerk, "I know; you mean Jamaica Plain." "Yes, yes, that's it," said the Colonel, and he immediately ordered two whisky straights.—Henry C. Caldwell.
"These Americanos," cries the affrighted Tagal, "are cannibals."