He lands upon my neck,
And makes me creep and shiver,
A neurasthenic wreck!
—Charles Irvin Junkin.
BEGGING
THE "ANGEL" (about to give a beggar a dime)—"Poor man! And are you married?"
BEGGAR—"Pardon me, madam! D'ye think I'd be relyin' on total strangers for support if I had a wife?"
MAN—"Is there any reason why I should give you five cents?"