A Boston, man upon learning that there were 4,000 Poles in New York, exclaimed: "What a place to raise beans."
Fred—"I had a fall last night which rendered me unconscious for several hours."
Ed—"You don't mean it? Where did you fall?"
Fred—"I fell asleep."
"I say, old chap, how short your overcoat is!"
"Oh, that's all right! It'll be long enough before I can afford a new one."