“What’s that, paw—that thing going up and down, with sofys in it?”
The old man gave the elevator a long, calm, deliberate, scrutinizing stare, and exclaimed with joy:
“By gosh! it’s a telephone! the first I ever saw!”
[An Emergency.]
A few days ago a man with a weak and humble expression, and wearing a summer suit of clothes, applied to one of the railroad passenger agents for a dead-head pass to Toledo.
“Why when do you want to go to Toledo?”
“To get married.”
“And you haven’t any money?”
“Not above twenty-five cents.”