"That child is too good for this world."
On Sunday the question was repeated, and the nurse, with a sob in her voice, said: "Yes, lambie, this is God's day."
"Then where is the funny paper?" he demanded.
TEACHER—"Good little boys do not skate on Sunday, Corky. Don't you think that is very nice of them?"
CORKY—"Sure t'ing!"
TEACHER—"And why is it nice of them, Corky?"
CORKY—"Aw, it leaves more room on de ice! See?"
Of all the days that's in the week,