Financiers

“My pa, he’s a financier,” boasted one small boy to another.

“’Tain’t much to brag of,” the other sneered. “My pa an’ uncle Jack are in jail, too.”

Fishing

The congressman from California was telling at dinner in the hotel of tuna fishing.

“Just run out in a small motor boat,” he explained, “and anything less than a hundred pounds is poor sport.”

The colored waiter was so excited that he interrupted:

“You say you go after hundred-pound fish in a little motor boat, suh?”

The congressman nodded.

“But,” the darky protested, “ain’t you scairt fer fear you’ll ketch one?”