FOOD CONSERVATION
"Well, Ezri, how'd jer make out with yer boarders this year?"
"Fine! Best season I ever had. There was seven, all told--three
couples in love an' a dyspeptic."--_Life_.
The boarders were dropping hints as to the kind of dinner they'd like
to have on Christmas Day. But the landlady was astute. "What's
the difference," she asked the solemn man at the end of the table,
"between a turkey dinner and a mess of stewed prunes?"
"I don't know," he answered, suspicious of some entangling conundrum.
"Does nobody know?" she asked, looking round the table.
They all professed ignorance. "In that case," she said, "I may as well
serve prunes at Christmas and save money."
FOOLS
"Did you really call this gentleman an old fool last night?" asked the
judge.
The prisoner tried hard to collect his thoughts.
"Well, the more I look at him, the more likely it seems that I did,"
he replied.
A fool must now and then be right by chance.--_Cowper_.
Fools, to talking ever prone,
Are sure to make their follies known.
--_Gay_.
He explained it clearly to her: "Wise men hesitate, you see. None but
fools will say they're certain."
"Are you sure of that?" said she.
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