An old farmer recently came into possession of a check for $200. He finally summoned up nerve enough to go to the bank.
“What denomination?” said the teller, hastily, as the check was passed in through the window.
“Luther’n, gol darn it. But what has that got to do with it?”
A young woman was in company with a university graduate, and naturally the talk ran upon books. By and by there was a lull in the conversation, broken presently by the young woman, who said: “What do you think of Fielding, Mr. Smith?”
“Oh,” was the answer, “fielding is important, of course; but it isn’t worth much unless you have good pitching and batting.”
General Frederick D. Grant said to his servant one morning: “James, I have left my mess boots out. I want them soled.”
“Yes, sir,” the servant answered.