"No, God bless your honor," said the coachman; "my master has ordered me to take no money to-night."
"Pshaw!" said Rich; "your master's a fool; here's a shilling for yourself."
"No, no," said the coachman, who by that time had remounted his box, "that won't do; I know you too well, for all your shoes—and so, Mr. Devil, for once you're outwitted."
—Birmingham Post.
The Reason.
HY are very young sailors like condiments?
Because they are little salts for sea-sons.