A Frankfort man has written a farce comedy called "Vaccine." It ought to take.
As the umpire shouted "Three balls!" the batsman started guiltily.
"This isn't the first time I've raised something on a diamond," he muttered, as he hit the next one and knocked a pop-fly to the pitcher.
Husband—"Where's your mistress? She said she'd be ready in a minute, and I've waited half an hour."
Maid—"She'll be down in a second, sir. She's changing her complexion to match her new gown."
"Ah! I'm saddest when I sing,"
She sang in plaintive key;
And all the neighbors yelled,
"So are we! so are we."