"Well, you see, I walked ashore."
"Walked ashore," says I. "How could you walk ashore?"
"Well, I had rubber boots on."
I thought that was pretty hard on the Harlem.
Say, that reminds me of a friend of mine who is the most spiteful cuss alive.
The other day he went to visit his uncle whose name is John Smith. He hadn't been to see him in so long that he mistook the house, went up the stoop of the house next door, and rang the bell.
A maid came to the door, evidently very much out of humor.
"Is this John Smith's house?" he asked.
"No, it ain't," she snapped, and slammed the door in his face.
Smith walked the distance of several doors, then went back and rang the same bell.