Equally well known is the jest, "I am a gold lock," "I am a gold key," etc.—ending "I am a monk-lock," "I am a mon-key."
We may mention also a familiar catch, "Say my cat, my cat, and not my dog." "My dog" must not be spoken.
Of a different character are the following jests:
The lights being extinguished, a knife is passed round the circle of players, and the following conversation ensues, each phrase being continued from left to right of the ring:
"What's this?"
"A dagger."
"Where did you get it?"
"Stole it."
"What was done with it?"
All of the company who understand the jest shriek aloud, which accomplishes the object of terrifying the rest.
Somewhat similar (in New York) is the following:
"Neighbor, I've got a hatchet to sell."
"Did you buy it?"
"No."
"Did you steal it?"
"Sh—"
In the following conversation, one sentence at a time is repeated in a whisper to the left-hand neighbor, and so passed round the circle, the fun consisting in the imitation of crowing at the end.
"Hath she feathers?" "Feathers she hath." "Doth she crow?" "Crow she doth." "How doth she crow?" (An imitation of crowing follows.)