Part 40 (1/2)
PROFESSOR--Take a train of thought, my boy.
SMITH--They say that after a time the engineer of a limited flyer loses his nerve.
JONES--The engineer, perhaps, but not the Pullman porter!
”What do you mean by referring to Miss Elderly as a pall-bearer?”
”She sits around all day long with a green parrot on her shoulder. I don't like such Poll-bearers.”
COURTNEY--When you proposed to Miss Dexter did you get down on your knees?
BARCLAY--No, I couldn't; she was sitting on them.
KICKSY--Wife, can you tell me why I am like a hen?
MRS. KICKSY--No, dear, why is it?
KICKSY--Because I can seldom find anything where I laid it yesterday.
”Did you ever hear about the two holes in our back-yard?”
”Well! Well!”
”Old Jones was killed last night by a dew-drop.”
”Must have been a very heavy one.”
”About four hundred tons.”
”Horrible!”
”You see he was standing under the trestle, and a freight train ran off the track and dropped on him.”