“You might at least take off your hat when you beg.”
“Quite true; but then the policeman yonder might run me in for breaking the law; whereas, seeing us converse together, he will take us for a couple of friends.”—Fanfulla.
A young dramatic author took a play to the manager of a popular theatre. Months passed and no reply. Overcoming his natural shyness, he at length called for his manuscript. The impresario looked, but could not find it.
“Tell you what, my dear fellow, your paper is lost; now don’t get vexed, but” (pointing to a pile of documents on the table) “pick one out of that lot; they are every bit as good as your own.”—Il Mondo Umoristico.
A physician, already advanced in years, was asked what was the difference between a young doctor and an old one. He replied, “This is the only one of any importance: the young one turns red when he is offered his fee—the old one when the patient forgets to give it him.”
Naldino was begging his father to get him a tin trumpet.
“No, I won’t,” said his father; “I don’t want to have my head split with your noise!”
“Oh no, papa!—I should only blow it when you were asleep.”
Spippoletti has been threatened with a duel.
He told us the story himself.