Soon a general row began, growing in proportions as the minutes passed. The soldier walked his post nervously, without interrupting, until the corporal of the guard appeared on the scene with reenforcements.
“Why didn’t you stop this row?” shouted the corporal.
The sentry, balancing his rifle on his shoulder, raised his arms to the correct boxing position, and replied:
“Sure, phwat could I do wid this gun in me hands!”
A New Jersey man recently reached the conclusion that his eight-year-old boy is a trifle too bright.
At dinner one evening the father had been entertaining a number of friends from Philadelphia with a funny story. This was at dessert. The youngster had been very quiet throughout the previous courses; but here he arose to the occasion in fine style.
When the laughter induced by his father’s humor had ceased, the boy, with a fine affectation of delight, said:
“Now, dad, do tell the other one!”