Nothing to Smile At
A Londoner was telling funny stories to a party of commercial men.
An old Scotsman, sitting in a corner seat, apparently took not the smallest notice, and no matter how loud the laughter, went on quietly reading his paper. This exasperated the story-teller, until at last he said: “I think it would take an inch auger to put a joke into a Scotsman’s head.”
A voice from behind the paper replied: “Ay, man, but it wid need tae hae a finer point than ony o’ yer stories, a’m thinking!”