"Hades," said the lady who loves to shop, "would be a magnificent and endless bargain counter and I looking on without a cent."
Newell Dwight Hillis, the now famous New York preacher and author, some years ago took charge of the First Presbyterian Church of Evanston, Illinois. Shortly after going there he required the services of a physician, and on the advice of one of his parishioners called in a doctor noted for his ability properly to emphasize a good story, but who attended church very rarely. He proved very satisfactory to the young preacher, but for some reason could not be induced to render a bill.
Finally Dr. Hillis, becoming alarmed at the inroads the bill might make in his modest stipend, went to the physician and said, "See here, Doctor, I must know how much I owe you."
After some urging, the physician replied: "Well, I"ll tell you what I"ll do with you, Hillis. They say you"re a pretty good preacher, and you seem to think I am a fair doctor, so I"ll make this bargain with you.
I"ll do all I can to keep you out of heaven if you do all you can to keep me out of h.e.l.l, and it won"t cost either of us a cent. Is it a go?"
"My wife and myself are trying to get up a list of club magazines. By taking three you get a discount."
"How are you making out?"
"Well, we can get one that I don"t want, and one that she doesn"t want, and one that neither wants for $2.25."
BASEBALL
A run in time saves the nine.
Knowin" all "bout baseball is jist "bout as profitable as bein" a good whittler.--_Abe Martin_.
"Plague take that girl!"
"My friend, that is the most beautiful girl in this town."
"That may be. But she obstructs my view of second base."
When Miss Cheney, one of the popular teachers in the Swarthmore schools, had to deal with a boy who played "hookey," she failed to impress him with the evil of his ways.
"Don"t you know what becomes of little boys who stay away from school to play baseball?" asked Miss Cheney.
"Yessum," replied the lad promptly. "Some of "em gets to be good players and pitch in the big leagues."
BATHS AND BATHING
The only unoccupied room in the hotel--one with a private bath in connection with it--was given to the stranger from Kansas. The next morning the clerk was approached by the guest when the latter was ready to check out.
"Well, did you have a good night"s rest?" the clerk asked.
"No, I didn"t," replied the Kansan. "The room was all right, and the bed was pretty good, but I couldn"t sleep very much for I was afraid some one would want to take a bath, and the only door to it was through my room."
RURAL CONSTABLE-"Now then, come out o" that. Bathing"s not allowed "ere after 8 a.m."
THE FACE IN THE WATER-"Excuse me, Sergeant, I"m not bathing; I"m only drowning."--_Punch_.
A woman and her brother lived alone in the Scotch Highlands. She knitted gloves and garments to sell in the Lowland towns. Once when she was starting out to market her wares, her brother said he would go with her and take a dip in the ocean. While the woman was in the town selling her work, Sandy was sporting in the waves. When his sister came down to join him, however, he met her with a wry face. "Oh, Kirstie," he said, "I"ve lost me weskit." They hunted high and low, but finally as night settled down decided that the waves must have carried it out to sea.
The next year, at about the same season, the two again visited the town.
And while Kirstie sold her wool in the town, Sandy splashed about in the brine. When Kirstie joined her brother she found him with a radiant face, and he cried out to her, "Oh, Kirstie, I"ve found me weskit. "Twas under me shirt."
In one of the lesser Indian hill wars an English detachment took an Afghan prisoner. The Afghan was very dirty. Accordingly two privates were deputed to strip and wash him.
The privates dragged the man to a stream of running water, undressed him, plunged him in, and set upon him l.u.s.tily with stiff brushes and large cakes of white soap.
After a long time one of the privates came back to make a report. He saluted his officer and said disconsolately:
"It"s no use, sir. It"s no use."
"No use?" said the officer. "What do you mean? Haven"t you washed that Afghan yet?"
"It"s no use, sir," the private repeated. "We"ve washed him for two hours, but it"s no use."
"How do you mean it"s no use?" said the officer angrily.
"Why, sir," said the private, "after rubbin" him and scrubbin" him till our arms ached I"ll be hanged if we didn"t come to another suit of clothes."
BAZARS
Once upon a time a deacon who did not favor church bazars was going along a dark street when a footpad suddenly appeared, and, pointing his pistol, began to relieve his victim of his money.
The thief, however, apparently suffered some pangs of remorse. "It"s pretty rough to be gone through like this, ain"t it, sir?" he inquired.
"Oh, that"s all right, my man," the "held-up" one answered cheerfully.
"I was on my way to a bazar. You"re first, and there"s an end of it."
BEARDS