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Footman: “My lord, a lady waits without.”
Lord Wunckleberry: “Without what?”
“Without food or clothing, your lordship.”
“Well, give her some food and send her in.”
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Those Kilkenny Kats
A story is told of an agent who accompanied a prospective buyer to the vast granite quarries south of St. Cloud, Minn. While there a cat passed them and seemed to be in a hurry. The P. B. noticed it, but said nothing. In a few moments another cat appeared and ran in the same direction. The P. B. looked at the agent, but he seemed to be paying no attention to the cats. When the third cat finally flew by and vanished in the distance, the P. B. could no longer withhold his curiosity.
“What in the world is the matter with those cats?” he asked.
“Nothing the matter with the cats,” answered the agent, unconcernedly, “but it’s nine miles to dirt.”