"Yes, sir," said the boys.
"Now," continued the teacher, "what I want to know is this: How is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't rush into my feet?"
And a little fellow shouted: "Why, sir, because yer feet ain't empty."
A STORY FROM THE FRONT
One day an ammunition dump blew up. Cordite was blazing, shells and bombs bursting, and splinters and whole shells flying everywhere in the vicinity. The atmosphere was full of smoke and resounding with metallic whines. Out of a shack hard by came a darky, loaded to the waterline with kit, blankets, rifle, etc., and up the road he dangled.
"Here! Where are you going?" shouted an officer.
"I ain't goin', suh," panted the darky. "I's gone."
EQUATORIAL MICHIGAN
Representative Billy Wilson, who dwells in Chicago, found himself in the upper peninsula of Michigan doing some fishing and hunting. While there he conversed with the guide that he had hired in order to have somebody around to talk to.
"Must get mighty all-fired cold up here in winter," remarked Wilson one morning.