"Who took him up?"
"The elevator boy, I think."
Why is a railroad train like a bedbug?
It runs over the sleepers.
Caller—Wonder if I can see your mother, little boy? Is she engaged?
Little Boy—Engaged? Whatcher givin' us? She's married.
"I must admit," said the mannish girl, "that I'm very fond of men's clothes. You don't like them, do you?"