Darky—I feels gay, boss. Chickens better roost high to-night.
Hebrew—So help me, Abraham, I vould give a quarter for a job lot of dat stuff.
Irishman—I fale loike kicking the stoofin out of Branigan's bull pup.
An Unpardonable Error.
Father—Mr. Sand, the grocer, tells me he discharged you for swindling him. This is a terrible disgrace to the family.
Son—I couldn't help it, father. He gave me some lead to put under the scales, and I made a mistake and put it on the wrong side.
—Life.