A Certain Ohio lady with a large sense of religious duty was recently importuned by a tramp. The good religionist, after considerable hesitation, produced a piece of dry bread which she delivered with the following formula, evidently prepared for such occasion:
“Now, sir, not for your sake, nor for my sake, but for God’s sake, I give you this bread.”
The tramp accepted the offering and had got as far as the gate when he suddenly turned and came back where his benefactress was waiting to see him safely out.
“Say, miss,” he drawled, “not for your sake, nor for my sake, but for God’s sake put some butter on it.”
“Mother, mother, mother, turn the hose on me!” sang little Willie, as his mama was dressing him one morning.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’ve put my stockin’s on wrong side out,” he said.