"Possibly you did?"
"No, sir."
"Then would you mind telling me who it was?"
The anointed one was silent for a moment. Then he turned to his son and said:
"I'll tell you how it happened. About two or three years ago there was a wild man came over here from the United States, one of those rip-roaring rough riders that you read about in dime novels, but he certainly did have about him a plausible air. I took him out and showed him our fleet. Then I showed him the army, and after he had looked them over he said to me, 'Bill, you could lick the world,' And I was damn fool enough to believe him."
A MATTER OF NOMENCLATURE
A Negro was recently brought into police court in a little town in Georgia, charged with assault and battery. The Negro, who was well known to the judge, was charged with having struck another "unbleached American" with a brick. After the usual preliminaries the judge inquired:
"Why did you hit this man?"
"Jedge, he called me a damn black rascal."
"Well, you are one, aren't you?"