“Oh—pshaw! I don’t mean that. Was anybody gamblin’ at Jamison’s?”
“Wot—at Jamison’s?”
This went on for a full hour, and it all came to one thing. Nobody knew anything about it, and after some talk a weazen-faced, dried-up old man, who had been whittling a piece of bark, said:
“Square, there ain’t been nothin’ a-proved, and this here case must be stopped. I’ll pay the costs.”
“Well,” said the magistrate, “there ain’t been nothin’ proved up, an’ if you’ll pay the costs of one sixty, I’ll call this here case a Nolly Prossy.”
And then the old man said, “All right, square. Here’s yer money fer the costs. I don’t mind about payin’ ’em seein’ as how I won the whole pot anyways.”
Let a vote be taken for the wisest man, and every fool will vote for himself.
PURE SCOTCH
Andrew Carnegie, in the smoke-room of the Baltic, talked about Scotch whisky.