BOSS—"No; we have all the men we need."
LABORER—"Seems like you could take one more, the little bit of work I'd do."—Judge.
FARMER—"I'll give you $5 a month and your board!"
APPLICANT—"Aw, shucks! What do you think I am, a college graduate?"
Wilson Barrett used to tell an amusing story against himself. At a time when he had a lot of workmen redecorating his private residence, thinking to give them a treat, he asked if, after work one evening, they would like to have seats to go and see him play in "The Lights o' London," at the Princess's Theater.
They said they didn't mind if they did, and being given complimentary tickets, all went on a Saturday night to see their employer's performance.
At the end of the week Barrett's eye caught sight of this item against each workman's name on the pay-sheet: "Saturday night. Four hours' overtime at Princess's Theater, eight shillings."