The reader
learns rapidly, however, and will not be fooled. Nine times out of ten
he will skip the title, complete the article, and then, from habit,
unconsciously glance back for the grin in the title, Where the Point
Lies.
It was a portly but very polite person who sat next to Jones in a
railway station. "Pardon me," said he to Jones, "but what would you
say if I sat on your hat?" "Suppose you sit on it and then ask me,"
sarcastically suggested Jones. "I did," said the portly person,
imperturbably.--_Judge_.
"It must be gratifying to see your jokes copied everywhere."
"What gratifies me most," said the professional humorist, "is that
somebody is willing to buy 'em in the first place."
William George Jordan, the educator and writer, uses a crutch. One
day, after he had negotiated several blocks, he paused to mop his
brow. While mopping with one hand he held his hat in the other and
a kindhearted but near-sighted passerby dropped a coin in the hat.
"Hey!" said Jordan, "it's legs I want--not alms."
_Old Fashioned Fun_
When that old joke was new,
It was not hard to joke,
And puns we now pooh-pooh,
Great laughter would provoke.
True wit was seldom heard,
And humor shown by few,
When reign'd King George the Third,
And that old joke was new.
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