"Say, bo, doan hand me no truck lak that."—Judge.
The only trouble with a 60-horse-power motor is that every darned horse balks at the same time.
BILL—"Just happened to run into an old friend down-town."
PHIL—"Was he glad to see you?"
BILL—"You bet not. I smashed his whole right fender."
"My brother bought a motor here last week," said an angry man to the salesman that stepped up to greet him, "and he said if anything broke you would supply him with new parts."
"Certainly," said the salesman. "What does he want?"