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As the old Hebrew walked across the golf links, a ball bounced off his head with considerable force. He turned angrily upon the golfer. “Say,” he yelled, “You want to kill me?” “I sue you for fife tousand dollars.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said ‘Fore.’”
“All right,” Ikey replied, “I’ll take it.”
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She hangs out in our alley, but oh! what she hangs out.
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Good Night, Shirt
“See here, I will not let you go out in a frock like that.”
“Don’t be an ass, Jack. I’m not going out—I’m going to bed.”