“Good morning, Miss Brown,” he said in his most expansive smile. “Delightful weather we’re having, ain’t it? Now, tell me, if I were to give you fifty dollars, less two and a half percent discount for cash, how much would you take off?”
Instead of figuring it out, the young lady promptly put on her hat and coat and went home, saying she had been insulted. Darned if we can see what there was to get insulted over. If she couldn’t figure it out, why didn’t she say so and let it go at that.
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A Pullman porter has just compiled a book on Berth Control.
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Too Much Smell
Mandy was gazing upon the shop window display of toilet water hungrily.
“Come on ’way from dar, Mandy,” said Rastus warily, “or yo all will be tempted to buy some.”
“Rastus, Ah’s gwine to buy a bottle ob dat toilet water.”
“Ah, c’mon ’way, Mandy. Yo’ all smell like a toilet watah already.”