“Well, what did you tell them?”
“I tole ’em, sah,” replied the honest negro, “you wuzn’t married at all.”
A witty priest was once visiting a “self-made” millionaire, who took him to see his seldom-used library.
“There,” said the millionaire, pointing to a table covered with books, “there are my best friends.”
“Ah,” replied the wit, as he glanced at the leaves, “I’m glad you don’t cut them!”
Mrs. Maloney was before the Judge, charged with assault on Policeman Casey. She had been unusually attentive throughout the proceedings, and now the Judge was summing up the evidence.
“The evidence shows, Mrs. Maloney,” he began, “that you threw a stone at Policeman Casey.”