It was washing day and John had been kept from school to look after the baby. Mother sent him into the garden to play, but it was not long before cries disturbed her. “John, what is the matter with baby now?” she inquired from her wash-tub.
“I don’t know what to do with him, mother,” replied John. “He’s dug a hole and wants to bring it into the house.”
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Misplaced Vertebra
Here’s a good story on a Minneapolis chiropractor. He started his treatment on the new patient by rubbing his back. Then he turned the patient over and applied the treatment in front. The patient stood the tickling as long as he could, then with a look of content in his eyes he sez, “Kiss me, Doc.”
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Charlie’s Delicate Habits
A nice young man called on a nice young lady and spent the evening recently. When he arrived there was not a cloud in the sky, so he carried no umbrella and wore no goloshes nor mackintosh. At 10:00 o’clock when he arose to go, it was raining pitchforks and grindstones.
“My, my, my!” said the nice young lady, “if you go out in this storm you will catch your death of cold.”