Mr. Roosevelt seized a pitchfork and—but where was the hay?
"John!" shouted the President. "John! where's all the hay?"
"Sorry, sir," came John's voice from the loft, "but I ain't had time to throw it back since you threw it up for yesterday's delegation."
SALARIES
A country school-teacher was cashing her monthly check at the bank. The teller apologized for the filthy condition of the bills, saying, "I hope you're not afraid of microbes."
"Not a bit of it," the schoolma'am replied. "I'm sure no microbe could live on my salary!"—Frances Kirkland.
SALESMEN AND SALESMANSHIP
A darky fruit-dealer in Georgia has a sign above his wares that reads:
Watermelons