FATHERS
A director of one of the great transcontinental railroads was showing his three-year-old daughter the pictures in a work on natural history.
Pointing to a picture of a zebra, he asked the baby to tell him what it represented. Baby answered "Coty."
Pointing to a picture of a tiger in the same way, she answered "Kitty."
Then a lion, and she answered "Doggy." Elated with her seeming quick perception, he then turned to the picture of a Chimpanzee and said:
"Baby, what is this?"
"Papa."
FAULTS
Women"s faults are many, Men have only two-- Everything they say, And everything they do.
--_Le Crabbe_.
FEES
_See_ Tips.
FEET
BIG MAN (with a grouch)--"Will you be so kind as to get off my feet?"
LITTLE MAN (with a bundle)--"I"ll try, sir. Is it much of a walk?"
FIGHTING
"Who gave ye th" black eye, Jim?"
"n.o.body give it t" me; I had t" fight fer it."--_Life_.
"There! You have a black eye, and your nose is bruised, and your coat is torn to bits," said Mamma, as her youngest appeared at the door. "How many times have I told you not to play with that bad Jenkins boy?"
"Now, look here, Mother," said Bobby, "do I look as if we"d been playing?"
Two of the leading attorneys of Memphis, who had been warm friends for years, happened to be opposing counsel in a case some time ago. The older of the two was a man of magnificent physique, almost six feet four, and built in proportion, while the younger was barely five feet and weighed not more than ninety pounds.
In the course of his argument the big man unwittingly made some remark that aroused the ire of his small adversary. A moment later he felt a great pulling and tugging at his coat tails. Looking down, he was greatly astonished to see his opponent wildly gesticulating and dancing around him.
"What on earth are you trying to do there, Dudley?" he asked.
"By Gawd, suh, I"m fightin", suh!"
An Irishman boasted that he could lick any man in Boston, yes, Ma.s.sachusetts, and finally he added New England. When he came to, he said: "I tried to cover too much territory."
"Dose Irish make me sick, alvays talking about vat gread fighders dey are," said a Teutonic resident of Hoboken, with great contempt. "Vhy, at Minna"s vedding der odder night dot drunken Mike O"Hooligan b.u.t.ted in, und me und mein bruder, und mein cousin Fritz und mein frient Louie Hartmann--vhy, we pretty near kicked him oudt of der house!"
VILLAGE GROCER--"What are you running for, sonny?"
BOY--"I"m tryin" to keep two fellers from fightin"."
VILLAGE GROCER--"Who are the fellows?"
BOY--"Bill Perkins and me!"--_Puck_.
An aged, gray-haired and very wrinkled old woman, arrayed in the outlandish calico costume of the mountains, was summoned as a witness in court to tell what she knew about a fight in her house. She took the witness-stand with evidences of backwardness and proverbial Bourbon verdancy. The Judge asked her in a kindly voice what took place. She insisted it did not amount to much, but the Judge by his persistency finally got her to tell the story of the b.l.o.o.d.y fracas.
"Now, I tell ye, Jedge, it didn"t amount to nuthn". The fust I knowed about it was when Bill Saunder called Tom Smith a liar, en Tom knocked him down with a stick o" wood. One o" Bill"s friends then cut Tom with a knife, slicin" a big chunk out o" him. Then Sam Jones, who was a friend of Tom"s, shot the other feller and two more shot him, en three or four others got cut right smart by somebody. That nachly caused some excitement, Jedge, en then they commenced fightin"."
"Do you mean to say such a physical wreck as he gave you that black eye?" asked the magistrate.
"Sure, your honor, he wasn"t a physical wreck till after he gave me the black eye," replied the complaining wife.--_London Telegraph_.
A pessimistic young man dining alone in a restaurant ordered broiled live lobster. When the waiter put it on the table it was obviously minus one claw. The pessimistic young man promptly kicked. The waiter said it was unavoidable--there had been a fight in the kitchen between two lobsters. The other one had torn off one of the claws of this lobster and had eaten it. The young man pushed the lobster over toward the waiter. "Take it away," he said wearily, "and bring me the winner."
There never was a good war or a bad peace.--_Benjamin Franklin_.