“No, I won’t,” Mary obligingly assured him.
A little girl was shown her newly-arrived baby brother. Looking at him lovingly she said, “When will he talk, mother?” “Oh not for a long time yet,” said the mother. “Yes, but when?” persisted the child. “Well, not for a year or so.” After thinking for minute the child exclaimed, “How funny. Miss Clark read out of the Bible this morning that Job cursed the hour he was born.”
W. A. Sponsler, when in the Pennsylvania State Legislature, was given to the making of very elaborate and florid speeches, and one day brought an address to a close with “Vox populi, vox Dei.”
“I’ll bet you don’t know the meaning of what Sponsler just said,” said Al Crawford to Hugh E. Mackin.
“I don’t know!” replied Mackin, indignantly. “Of course, I know!”
“You don’t know for ten dollars!” suggested Crawford.
Mackin, still indignant, posted his part of the wager with another member of the Legislature, and Crawford said tauntingly: