“Yes,” replied the girl, “and for the uppers you ought to take the cheek of the man who said it.”
Not Just the Right Place
A bashful young couple, who were evidently very much in love, entered a crowded street car.
“Do you suppose we can squeeze in here?” he asked, looking doubtfully at her blushing face.
“Don’t you think, dear, we had better wait until we get home?” was the low, embarrassed reply.
What Else Could He Be?
There is a man who is the head of a large family, nearly every member of which is a performer on some kind of musical instrument.
A friend who was visiting the house of this man referred to the fact, remarking that it must be a source of great pleasure to the family, but to this observation the father made no reply.
“Really,” continued the friend, “it is remarkable. Your younger son is a cornetist, both your daughters are pianists, your wife is a violinist, and, I understand, the others are also musicians. Now what are you, the father of such a musical combination?”
“I,” replied the old man sadly—“I am a pessimist.”