A Brother of the Angle.—A fellow mathematician.
When is a fisherman like a Hindoo? When he loses his cast.
Irate Landowner (to Angler). "Hi, you, sir! This is my water. You can't fish here."
Angler. "Oh, all right. Whose is that water up there round the bend?"
Irate Landowner. "Don't know: not mine. But this is."
Angler. "Very well. I'll wait till that flows down here!"