She was assured that papa,
mama, and God would watch over her. She was settled in the berth at
last and the passengers were quiet for the night, when a small voice
piped:
"Mama!"
"Yes, dear."
"You there?"
"Yes, I'm here. Now go to sleep."
"Papa, you there?"
"Yes, I'm here. Go to sleep like a good girl."
This continued at intervals for some time until a fellow passenger
lost patience and called:
"We're all here! Your father and mother and brothers and sisters and
uncles and aunts and first cousins. All here. Now go to sleep!"
There was a brief pause after this explosion. Then the tiny voice
piped up again, but very softly:
"Mama!"
"Well?"
"Was that God?"
GOLF
FIRST NEWSBOY--"Chimmie's got a job as caddie for a golf club. Is dere
much money in dat?"
SECOND DITTO--"De salary ain't much, but dey makes a lot extra backin'
up fellers when dey lies about de scores dey made."
An Irishman was suddenly struck by a golf-ball.
"Are you hurt?" asked the player. "Why didn't you get out of the way?"
"An' why should I get out of the way?" asked Pat. "I didn't know there
was any assassins round here."
"But I called 'fore,'" said the player, "and when I say 'fore,' that
is a sign for you to get out of the way.
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