"The judge certainly did soak him," he said. "He sentenced him to three years and ten days. Now I understand the three years all right; but what the ten days were for I'd like to know?"
"That was the war-tax," said a quiet citizen who got abroad at the tenth floor.
MRS. CASEY—"An' phwat are yez doin' wid thot incoom-tax paper, Casey?"
CASEY—"Oi'm thryin' to figger out how much money Oi save by not havin' anny."—Life.
The Tax? No wonder Men abhor it!
You raise a Crop, they fine you for it!