"Oh, that's different," said the Chicago man; "you see I've got an impossible mouth."
"So I should suppose," retorted Mr. Wu, "judging from some of your remarks."
HIS SEARCH FOR THE PRACTICAL
"Now," it was explained to Aladdin, "this is a wonderful lamp. Rub it and a genie appears."
"I see little to that," he replied. "What I want is a lamp that won't go out on my automobile and get me pinched by a traffic cop."
HARD UP FOR WIND
Everything in the dear old village seemed the same to Jones after his absence of four years. The old church, the village pump, the ducks on the green, the old men smoking while their wives gossip—it was so restful after the rush and bustle of the city. Suddenly he missed something.
"Where's Hodge's windmill?" he asked in surprise. "I can only see one mill, and there used to be two."
The native gazed thoughtfully round, as if to verify the statement. Then he said slowly:
"They pulled one down. There weren't enough wind for two on'em!"