Surmise ought to keep a lot of them guessing.
Brown—What kind of a cigar is that, old man?
Jones—It's called "The Soldier Boy."
Brown—H'm, I notice it belongs to the ranks.
"Can I sell you a nice cheap trunk to-day?" asked a dealer.
"And what the dickens do Oi be after wantin' a thrunk?"
"To put your clothes in, of course!"
"And go naked? Not a bit iv it!"