Part 49 (1/2)

”You're no chiropodist,” she said.

MEDIUM--Do you believe in spirits?

BUSYMAN (off guard)--When taken in moderation, yes.

”You never bought a gold brick, did you?” asked the admiring friend.

”Not exactly,” answered Mr. c.u.mrox. ”But I once came mighty near having a French count for a son-in-law.”

The fate of Lot's wife Was all her own fault; She first turned to ”rubber,”

And then turned to salt.

I was in the depot restaurant of one of the great railroads, and was asked why am I standing while drinking my coffee. All the rest of us sit down.

I replied, solemnly, that ”I was always told to stand for the weak.”

He used to send her roses; He sent them every hour, But now they're married and he sends Her home a cauliflower.

JOHN--I went into a restaurant to-day. The lemon pie that I had was a peach.

TOM--That's nothing, I went into a saloon and had no money, so I let the beer settle.

Her face was happy, His face was stern; Her hand was in his'n, His'n was in her'n.

JACK--”My wife's a fine shot. She can hit a dollar every time.”

FRED--”That's nothing, my wife goes through my trousers and never misses a dime.”