"All right," says I. "What is the effect of gas?"
"Why," says he, "it simply makes you totally insensible. You don't know anything that's taking place."
"Go ahead," says I, and I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out all the money I had.
The dentist, thinking that I was about to pay him, says:
"Oh, don't bother about that now. You have plenty of time."
"That's all right," says I. "I just wanted to see how much money I had before the gas took effect."
I took a walk up Broadway the other night and ran into my old friend Jenkins.
After numerous liquid greetings, I asked him how Mrs. Jenkins was.