A Brooklyn Sunday-school teacher once had occasion to catechise a new pupil whose ignorance of his Testament would have been amusing had it not been so appalling. One Sunday she asked the little fellow how many commandments there were.
To her surprise, the lad answered, glibly enough: “Ten, ma’am.”
“And now, Sammy,” pleasantly asked the teacher, “what would the result be if you should break one of them?”
“Then there’d be nine!” triumphantly answered the youngster.
William J. Carr, of the State Department, had occasion to call at the house of a neighbor late at night. He rang the door-bell. After a long wait a head was poked out of a second-floor window.
“Who’s there?” asked a voice.
“Mr. Carr,” was the reply.
“Well,” said the voice as the window banged shut, “what do I care if you missed a car? Why don’t you walk, and not wake up people to tell them about it?”