“Two years, sir,” she said.
“Do you like it?”
“Sure, it’s well enough,” answered Mary.
“But, Mary,” the judge continued, “you have many privileges in this country which you’d not have in Ireland. Now at home you would never be in a room with a justice of the Supreme Court, and chatting familiarly with him.”
“But, sure, sir,” said Mary, quite in earnest, “you’d never be a judge at home.”
Secretary of War Baker tells a story of a country youth who was driving to the county fair with his sweetheart when they passed a booth where fresh popcorn was for sale.
“My! Abner, ain’t that nice?” said the girl.
“Ain’t what nice?” asked Abner.
“Why, the popcorn, it smells so awfully good,” replied the girl.
“It does smell kind o’ fine,” drawled the youth. “I’ll jest drive a little closer so you can get a better smell.”
A young couple, speeding along the country highway, were stopped by the justice of the peace.
“Ten and costs for reckless driving,” announced the justice.
“Listen,” said the young man, “judge, we were on our way to have you marry us.”
“Twenty and costs, then!” cried the justice. “You’re more reckless than I thought you were.”
In a kindergarten class flags were shown, and in answer to a question a little girl gave the response that was expected of her: “This is the flag of my country.”
“And what is the name of your country?” was the next question.
“’Tis of thee,” was the prompt reply.
Katherine and Margaret found themselves seated next each other at a dinner-party and immediately became confidential.
“Molly told me that you told her that secret I told you not to tell her,” whispered Margaret.
“Oh, isn’t she a mean thing!” gasped Katherine. “Why, I told her not to tell you!”
“Well,” returned Margaret, “I told her I wouldn’t tell you she told me—so don’t tell her I did.”
When Booth Tarkington was visiting Naples he was present at an eruption of Vesuvius.
“You haven’t anything like that in America, have you?” said an Italian friend with pride.
“No, we haven’t,” replied Tarkington; “but we’ve got Niagara Falls that would put the d——d thing out in five minutes.”
We often take delight in fancying what we would do if things were really reversed in this oftentimes trying world: and particularly what we would do to the president of our bank. Here is a little story which gives the pleasant variety: