Quite a Different Thing.
Old Gent—Little boy, I am sorry to see you smoking a cigarette.
Little Boy—I ain't smoking it. I'm keeping it alight for another feller what's gone on an errand.
—Boston Courier.
A Negro Who Doesn't Like Chicago Manners.
Old Gent—Little boy, I am sorry to see you smoking a cigarette.
Little Boy—I ain't smoking it. I'm keeping it alight for another feller what's gone on an errand.
—Boston Courier.