Doddle—I say, Coddle, old boy! What's the ideah of having a howid big flap on a fellah's ear? Couldn't we have heard pwetty nearly as well without it?
Coddle—Pwobably, Doddle, but it dwaws the collar line, don't yer know; it sawter keeps the collar from wunning up and knocking our hats off.
—Glens Falls Republican.
A Foregone Conclusion.
Young Doctor—Well, I've got a case at last.
Young Lawyer—Glad to hear it. When you get him to the point where he wants a will drawn, telephone over.
—Life.