Railway Clerk—Another accident on the road to-day, sir.
Manager—Indeed; What now?
Clerk—Man dislocated his neck trying to read our new time table.
"I got your fare, didn't I?" asked the conductor.
"I believe not," the facetious passenger replied. "I think I saw you ring it up."
Isaacs—Undt suppose dey did send us a message from Mars, how could dey tell if we got it?
Cohen—Vell, dey mighd send it gollect undt see if ve paid for it.