"'What is the principal occupation of this town?'
"'Wall, boss,' the man answered, yawning, 'in winter they mostly sets on the east side of the house and follers the sun around to the west, and in summer they sets on the west side and follers the shade around to the east.'"
JONES—"How'd this happen? The last time I was here you were running a fish-market, and now you've got a cheese-shop."
SMITH—"Yes. Well, you see the doctor said I needed a change of air."
The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment—Douglas Jerrold.
OCEAN
A resident of Nahant tells this one on a new servant his wife took down from Boston.