Policeman (to street musician)—Have you a permit to play on the streets?
Itinerant Musician—No.
Policeman (making him a prisoner)—Then accompany me.
Itinerant Musician—With the greatest pleasure. What do you wish to sing?
—Fliegende Blätter.
A Sure Sign.
Husband—I guess Sarah and that young man that calls on her are engaged by this time.
Wife—Why do you think so?