“What, sixty-seven miles, and you call that an exchange of courtesy, and the Vanderbilt system has its thousands of miles?”
Depew assumed his most cavalier air as he launched that question at the head of the president of the Waupaca and Nishna and then he waited for a reply.
“Well, Mr. Depew,” said the western railroad president as he arose to go, “your road may be a little longer than mine, but it ain’t any wider.”
His Joke Worked Badly.
A young man who seemed to be boiling over to do something smart was a passenger on a Michigan avenue car the other day. After racking his massive brain for a while he took out a silver dollar and laid it on the seat and took a seat opposite. The car soon stopped at a crossing to let on an old woman with a basket. She saw the empty seat and the dollar, and it didn’t take her over thirty seconds to drop herself into the place and the dollar into her pocket.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” said the joker, “but I’ve lost a dollar. I think I left it on that seat.”
“I don’t,” she bluntly replied.
“But I’m sure of it. Did you pick up a dollar?”
“None of your business, sir.”
“But all of us saw you pick it up, ma’am, and I can prove it was mine.”