Hard Up — 443
Jersey man (entering a dentist’s store): “Air yeou a doctor, sir?”—Dentist: “Yes. Can I do anything for you?”—Jersey man: “Wall, no; I guess not in the way of physic. I’ve jest called to see if yeou don’t want to buy some real, genuine, sound teeth?”—Dentist: “Well, I might want them; have you many?”—Jersey man: “I calkilate I can’t say I have more’n a few, myself; but our Sal sez she has got some she’ll sell, if I can strike a good bargain.”—Dentist, having thought for some time, names a price, and the countryman consents.—Jersey man (taking a seat, and coolly spreading himself out): “Wall, I guess yeou may draw a dozen for the present, and I’ll bring Sal to-morrow.”—Dentist (looking aghast): “Why, you don’t mean to sell your own teeth? They’re of no use to me.”—Jersey man: “Why, look here, they’re no airthly use to Sal and me; for what’s the use of teeth when one’s nothing to eat?”