“I hov not, yer Honor.”
The Judge looked sternly at the applicant, and asked:
“Well, what have you read?”
Patrick hesitated but the fraction of a second before replying:
“I hov red hairs on me neck, yer Honor.”
Apostle and Epistle
A man riding through the mountains of Tennessee stopped one evening to water his horse before a little cabin, outside of which sat an old colored woman watching the antics of a couple of piccaninnies playing near by.
“Good-evening, Aunty,” he called. “Cute pair of boys you’ve got. Your children?”
“Laws-a-massy! Mah chillun! ’Deed, dem’s mah daughteh’s chilluns. Come hyah, you boys.”
As the boys obeyed the summons the man inquired their names.