[LAUGHS]
"I had an awful time with Amos last night." "Amos who?" "A mosquito."
"So you want to marry my daughter; what are your prospects?" "That is for you to say, sir; I am not a mind reader."
Sunday School Teacher—Is your papa a Christian, Bobby? Little Bobby—No'm. Not to-day. He's got a toothache.
Teacher—Now, Patsy, would it be proper to say, 'You can't learn me nothing?' Patsy—Yes'm. Teacher—Why? Patsy—'Cause yer can't.
"No, I can never be your wife." "What? Am I never to be known as the husband of the beautiful Mrs. Smith?" She succumbed.