"My dear sir, what more do you want?"
The mayor shook his head, as rising, he indicated that the interview was over.
"Sorry, my friend," he said, "that I can't accept your offer, but I am just closing a contract with a man who not only will burglarize our village regularly on your terms, but also will turn over to us as a rebate one-half of the salary he gets from the burglary insurance company that employs him."
HIS FAVORITE BEAST
Harris Dickson, on a hunting trip in Sunflower County, Mississippi, met an old darky who had never seen a circus in his life. When the Big Show came in the following season to Dickson's town of Vicksburg he sent for the old man and treated him to the whole thing—arrival of the trains, putting up the tents, grand free street parade, menagerie, main performance, concert, side show, peanuts, red lemonade, and all.
The old darky followed his white patron through with popping eyes, but saying never a word. Late in the afternoon they got back to the Dickson home.
"John," said Dickson, "you enjoyed it?"
"Boss," said John fervently. "Ah shore did!"
"What did you like the most?"
"Mistah Dickson," answered John, "Ah shore laked hit all."