Small Boy. No fear, when there's kike about.
Lady Helper (trying to be kind). Cake, certainly! Will you have plum or seed?
Small Boy. Plum, in course. D'ye tike me for a canary?
A QUESTION OF HEREDITY
Hal. "Is there anything the matter with this egg, Martha?"
Martha. "Oh no, it's only a little cracked."
Hal. "Oh! Then would the chicken that came out of it be a little mad?"