Joey. M-i-l-k, milk.
Perf. I will try you on another. Spell sugar.
Joey. S-e-g-a-r, segar.
Perf. That’s wrong. Not segar—sugar, I want you to spell.
Joey. That was right. S-e-g-a-r, segar.
Perf. No, no! What does my wife put in my tea in the morning?
Joey. Ah! now I know. Whisky. Is that what it spells?
Perf. (waiting a few seconds for the applause to quiet down, says). Smart again, Joey. I’ll try you yet on another. Constantinople.
Joey. Oh, Jerushua! What an hard ’un!