"I know it," said Mrs. Lookyoung, "but I never sit next to him at dinner but that he blurts out something like, 'You remember back in the old pioneer days!'"
Mary had a little waist
Where waists were meant to grow,
And everywhere the fashions went
Her waist was sure to go.
"This is an interesting clock, Miss," said the salesman, "you really should have one, especially if you're bothered with tiresome callers."
"It's merely a cuckoo clock, isn't it?" asked Miss May Pechis.
"Yes, but beginning at 10 P.M., instead of saying 'cuck-koo' every quarter hour it yells: 'Go home! Go home!'"
Mike—Yus, poor Sullivan is dead. He hadn't got an enemy in the world.
Pat—What did he die of?