The paying teller told mournfully of his experience with a strange woman who appeared at his wicket to have a check cashed.
"But, madam," he advised her, "you will have to get some one to introduce you before I can pay you the money on this check."
The woman stared at him disdainfully.
"Sir!" she said haughtily. "I wish you to understand that I am here strictly on business. I am not making a social call. I do not care to know you."
IDIOMS
The foreigner, who prided himself on his mastery of colloquial expressions in English, was speaking of the serious illness of a distinguished statesman.
"It would be a great pity," he declared, "if such a splendid man should kick the ghost."
The old man told how his brother made a hazardous descent into a well by standing in the bucket while those above operated the windla.s.s.
"And what happened?" one of the listeners asked as the aged narrator paused.
The old man stroked his beard, and spoke softly, in a tone of sorrowing reminiscence:
"He kicked the bucket."
ILl.u.s.tRATION
Pat was set to work with the circular saw during his first day at the saw mill. The foreman gave careful instructions how to guard against injury, but no sooner was his back turned than he heard a howl from the novice, and, on turning, he saw that Pat had already lost a finger.
"Now, how did that happen?" the foreman demanded.
"Sure," was the explanation, "I was jist doin" like this when,--bejabers, there"s another gone!"
IMPATIENCE
An acquaintance encountered in the village inquired of Farmer Jones concerning his wife, who was seriously ill. That worthy scowled and spat, and finally answered in a tone of fretful dejection:
"Seems like Elmiry"s falin" drefful slow. Dinged if I don"t wish as how she"d git well, or somethin"."
IMPUDENCE
The ice on the river was in perfect condition. A small boy, with his skates on his arm, knocked at the door of the Civil War veteran, who had lost a leg at Antietam. When the door was opened by the old man, the boy asked:
"Are you going out to-day, sir?"
"Well, no, I guess not, sonny," was the answer. "Why?"
"If you ain"t," the boy suggested, "I thought I might like to borrow your wooden leg to play hockey."
INDIRECTION
The bashful suitor finally nerved himself to the supreme effort:
"Er--Jenny, do you--think--er--your mother might--er--seriously consider--er--becoming my--er-mother-in-law?"
INHERITANCE
A lawyer made his way to the edge of the excavation where a gang was working, and called the name of Timothy O"Toole.
"Who"s wantin" me?" inquired a heavy voice.
"Mr. O"Toole," the lawyer asked, "did you come from Castlebar, County Mayo?"
"I did that."
"And your mother was named Bridget and your father Michael?"
"They was."
"It is my duty, then," said the lawyer, "to inform you, Mr. O"Toole, that your Aunt Mary has died in Iowa, leaving you an estate of sixty thousand dollars."
There was a short silence below, and then a lively commotion.
"Are you coming, Mr. O"Toole?" the lawyer called down.
"In wan minute," was bellowed in answer. "I"ve just stopped to lick the foreman."
It required just six months of extremely riotous living for O"Toole to expend all of the sixty thousand dollars. His chief endeavor was to satisfy a huge inherited thirst.
Then he went back to his job. And there, presently, the lawyer sought him out again.
"It"s your Uncle Patrick, this time, Mr. O"Toole," the lawyer explained.
"He has died in Texas, and left you forty thousand dollars."
O"Toole leaned heavily on his pick, and shook his head in great weariness.
"I don"t think I can take it," he declared. "I"m not as strong as I wance was, and I mis...o...b.. me that I could go through all that money and live."
In a London theatre, a tragedy was being played. The aged king tottered to and fro on the stage as he declaimed:
"On which one of my two sons shall I bestow the crown?"