The old sea captain was smoking comfortably by his fireside when Jack, his sailor son, burst in upon him.
"Weather too rough," explained the son, "so we've put in for the day."
"Too rough!" exclaimed Mr. Tar, with visions of his own days at sea. "Why, sir, I was once sailing round the Cape when a storm came on, and it blew down the main-mast and the mizzen-mast was swept away, but we didn't even think of putting in."
"Well, you see," exclaimed the son, "this storm was so bad that it blew the anchors off the captain's buttons, took the paint off the ship's bows and—"
"Stop!" cried the old man. "You do me credit, Jack—you do me credit!"
EXAMINATIONS
PROF—"A fool can ask more questions than a wise man can answer."
STUDE—"No wonder so many of us flunk in our exams!"