"Yes?" he said.
"Oh, doctor," said a worried voice, "something seems to have happened to my wife. Her mouth seems set and she can't say a word."
"Why, she may have lockjaw," said the medical man.
"Do you think so? Well, if you are up this way some time next week you might step in and see what you can do for her."
ANTICIPATING THE PLEASURE
Will Hogg of Texas says that down in Houston one Monday morning a Negro boy in his employ came to him with a request.
"Boss," said the darky, "I'd lak to git off nex' Friday fur the day."
"What for?" inquired Hogg.
"Got to go to a fun'el."
"Whose funeral is it?"