—“Here, Johnnie, what do you mean by taking Willie’s cake away from him? Didn’t you have a piece for yourself?”
“Yes; but you told me I always ought to take my little brother’s part.”
—Young physician (who has just lost a patient, to old physician): “Would you advise an autopsy, doctor?”
Old physician: “No; I would advise an inquest.”
—“Pause!” cries the sire unto the lad,
“Let judgment teach you sense.”
“I will,” he answers, “when I’ve had
Enough experience.”
—Doctor: “Now, my little man, you take this medicine and I will give you five cents.”
Young America: “You take it yourself, and I will go you five cents better.”
—Mistaking the door, young Mr. Cipher walked into the dentist’s office instead of the doctor’s.
“Doctor,” he groaned, “I’m in bad shape. My head aches all the time, and I can’t do anything with it.”