Some years ago linemen were stringing a telegraph wire through a rural district, containing inhabitants that seldom came in contact with the outer world. A resident of the place, an old farmer, more curious than his neighbors, put many questions to the linemen, and after a while gained some confused ideas about its use, principally one, that the wire was put up to send messages on. Wishing to send his son John, who lived in the city, a pair of new boots, he thought it would be a cheap way of doing it to hang them on the wire—and this he did. Shortly after, a tramp coming along saw them there, and as they fitted him, he took them and left his own in their place. The next morning the old farmer seeing the tramp's shoes went about among the neighbors telling of the wonderful wire and how he had sent his son John the new boots, and John had not only got them, but had sent his old pair back.
Teacher. "Tommy, how dare you waste your drawing-paper—covering it with ridiculous pictures?"
Tommy. "I didn't need the paper to draw on, 'cause I was drawing on my imagination."
Teacher. "Now suppose there were five boys going skating, and they had only three pairs of skates; how many boys would have to look on?"
Boy. "I know; the two that got the worst of the fight."