"How many head o' live stock you got on the place?"
"Live stock?" echoed the somewhat puzzled farmer. "What d' ye mean by live stock? I got four steam-tractors and seven automobiles."—Judge.
The city youth secured a job with Farmer Jones. The morning after his arrival, promptly at 4 o'clock, the farmer rapped on his door and told him to get up. The youth protested.
"What for?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Why, we're going to cut oats," replied the farmer.
"Are they wild oats," queried the youth, "that you've got to sneak up on 'em in the dark?"
"Aren't you afraid America will become isolated?"