Among the visitors at a Dog Show at Atlantic City, N. J., was a very tall man who complained to an exhibitor that his dog, a very diminutive specimen, had bitten him on the ankle. The exhibitor looked the man over, and then said with a charming down-East drawl:
“Well, stranger, I reckon you are about six feet tall. This here dog o’ mine ain’t more’n six inches high. He bit you on the ankle, did he? Well, I’m sorry, but you couldn’t naturally expect so small a dog to bite you on the neck.”
A HARD WITNESS
“Do you know the prisoner well?” asked the attorney.
“Never knew him sick,” replied the witness.
“Come—no levity,” said the lawyer sternly. “Now, sir, did you ever see the prisoner at the bar?”
“Took many a drink with him at the bar.”
“Answer my question,” yelled the lawyer. “How long have you known the prisoner?”
“From two feet up to five feet ten inches.”
“Will the Court please make the——“