“And mother was born in New York?”
“Yes.”
“And I was born in Indiana?”
“Yes, my boy.”
“Well, father, don’t it beat the Dutch how we all got together!”
So Son: So Father?
A small boy who had been very naughty was first reprimanded, then told that he must take a whipping. He flew upstairs and hid in the far corner under a bed. Just then the father came home. The mother told him what had occurred. He went upstairs and proceeded to crawl under the bed toward the youngster, who whispered excitedly, “Hello, Pop, is she after you, too?”
How Could He?
“Papa” was becoming impatient at the lateness of the hour when he remarked: “I can’t see why that young fellow who is calling on Minnie hasn’t sense enough to go home. It’s near midnight.”
“The dear little brother” of the family just then came in, heard his father’s remark, and ventured some light: