More Toasts eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 609 pages of information about More Toasts.

More Toasts eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 609 pages of information about More Toasts.

See also Alarm clocks.

PUNCTUATION

“Can’t you stretch a point?”

“Certainly,” said the period.  And thus was born the comma.

A high-school girl said to her father the other night: 

“Daddy, I’ve got a sentence here I’d like you to punctuate.  You know something about punctuation, don’t you?”

“A little,” said her cautious parent, as he took the slip of paper she handed him.

This is what he read: 

“A five-dollar bill flew around the corner”

He studied it carefully.

“Well,” he finally said, “I’d simply put a period after it, like this.”

“I wouldn’t,” said the high-school girl; “I’d make a dash after it!”

PUNISHMENT

In one of the many navy schools a young instructor was attempting to teach English to a gruff old sailor.  “What is a complete sentence?” he said.

“Solitary confinement, bread and water,” was the grim reply.

Among the Monday morning culprits haled before a Baltimore police magistrate was a darky with no visible means of support.

“What occupation have you here in Baltimore?” asked his Honor.

“Well, jedge,” said the darky, “I ain’t doin’ much at present—­jest circulatin’ round, suh.”

His Honor turned to the clerk of the court and said: 

“Please enter the fact that this gentleman has been retired from circulation for sixty days.”

“Germany is going to be badly surprised when the Allies’ peace terms are read to her.  The peace terms are very severe—­just, but very severe.”

The speaker was Assistant Secretary of the Navy Roosevelt.  He went on: 

“Germany is going to feel like Rastus Rosin, who was convicted of stealing a hog.

“‘Rastus,’ the judge said to him, ‘you are fined $5.’

“‘Jedge,’ said Rastus, ’Ah’m obliged to ye.  Ah got dat five spot right here in mah left-hand vest-pocket.’

“‘Well,’ continued the judge, ’just dig down in your right-hand vest-pocket, Rastus, and see if you can find thirty days.’”

Mamie had been naughty and her mother finally had recourse to the time-honored remedy in such cases.

“Mamma,” she sobbed, “did Gran’ma spank you when you was little?”

“Yes, dear,” said her mother, “she did when I was naughty.”

“And did her mother spank her?”

“Yes.”

“An” was she spanked, too, when she was bad?”

“Yes.”

“Well, who started this blamed thing anyhow?”

“Judge,” said the man at the bar, “there’s no use of you trying to square this thing up.  My wife and I fight just so often and just so long, and we can’t help it.  So there you are.”

“And about how long do you keep it up?” asked the judge.

“About two weeks, judge.”

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