“I’ve got the very thing you want,” said the stableman to a ruralist in search of a horse; “a thorough-going road horse. Five years old, sound as a quail, $175 cash down, and he goes ten miles without stopping.”
“Not for me,” he said, “not for me. I wouldn’t gif you five cents for him. I live eight miles out in de country, und I’d haf to walk back two miles.”
“What are you crying for, my poor little boy?” said a man to a crying boy.
“Don’t take on so, my boy. He’ll get better soon.”
“That isn’t it. Sister saw him fall—all the way. I never saw nuffen.”
It was a broiling hot day in the park, and those walking therein were well-nigh exhausted, when a very stout old lady came bustling along one of the paths, closely followed by a rough-looking tramp.
Twice she commanded him to leave her, but still he followed just behind.
At last the old lady, quite disgusted, turned angrily around and said:
“Look here, my man, if you don’t go away I shall call a policeman.”
The poor fellow looked up at her with a tear in his eye, and then remarked:
“For goodness’ sake, mum, have mercy and don’t call a policeman, for ye’re the on’y shady spot in the park.”
In one of the many hospitals in the South a bright, busy-looking and duty-loving woman hustled up to one of the wounded soldiers who lay gazing at the ceiling above his cot. “Can’t I do something for you, my poor fellow?” said the woman imploringly. The “poor fellow” looked up languidly. The only things he really wanted just at that time were his discharge and a box of cigars. When he saw the strained and anxious look on the good woman’s face, however, he felt sorry for her, and with perfect sang froid he replied: “Why, yes; you can wash my face if you want to.”
“I’d be only too glad to,” gasped the visitor eagerly.
“All right,” said the cavalier gallantly, “go ahead. It’s been washed twenty-one times already to-day, but I don’t mind going through it again if it’ll make you any happier.”
A noted mathematician, considered by many a wonder, stopped at a hotel in a small town in Missouri. As usual, in such places, there were a number of drummers on hand; there was also a meeting of some medical men at the place, who used the hotel as headquarters. One of the doctors thought it would be quite a joke to tell the mathematician that some of the M.D.’s had concluded to kidnap him and take out his brains to learn how it was he was so good in mathematics. He was then asked by them what he was going to do about it. He replied: “Why, I shall simply go on without brains just as you doctors are doing.”