Fishy Record

First Stenog. (reading): “Think of those Spaniards going 3,000 miles on a galleon!”

Second Stenog.: “Aw, forget it. Yuh can’t believe all yuh hear about them foreign cars.”

A group of tourists were looking over the inferno of Vesuvius in full eruption. “Ain’t this just like hell?” ejaculated a Yank.

“Ah, zese Americans,” exclaimed a Frenchman, “where have zey not been?”

“Lay down, pup. Lay down. That’s a good doggie. Lay down, I tell you.”

“Mister, you’ll have to say, ‘Lie down,’ he’s a Boston terrier.”

Lady: Well, what do you want?

Tramp: Leddy, believe me, I’m no ordinary beggar. I was at the front——

Lady (with interest): Really——

Tramp: Yes, ma’am; but I couldn’t make anybody hear, so I came round to the back.

“The doctor has ordered her to the seashore. Now they’re having a consultation.”

“Of doctors?”

“Of dressmakers.”

“You discharged your office boy?”

“Yes,” said Dr. Dubwaite. “He never did anything but stand around and look wise.”

“I guess you’ve seen the last of him.”

“I don’t know about that. He may turn up here some day as an efficiency expert.”

“But why don’t you think he will propose soon?”

“Well, he gave me a box of stationery yesterday with my initials on it—such a lot, so I know it’s all over between us.”