“Well, brudder,” suggested the preacher, “Ise gwine to put her protestashuns to a test—de nex’ time it rains, Brudder Jackson, you let your dawg get good an’ wet and den let the dawg in yo’ parlor and den you tell me what yo’ wife says. Den I will know whether Sis’ Jackson should cum into de fold or not.”
DESIRABLE THOUGHTS.
Cholly—“Before I met you I thought of nothing but making money.”
Ethel—“Well, keep right on! Pop ain’t so rich as folks think!”
TRYING THE DOG ON HIM.
“Come right into the yard,” said the farmer’s wife cordially to the tramp who had besought something to eat.
The tramp eyed the bulldog dubiously. “I dunno ’bout dat,” he said. “How ’bout dat drog? Will he bite?”
“I don’t know,” said the housewife, “I just got him today and that’s what I want to find out.”