FOOLS
"Did you really call this gentleman an old fool last night?" asked the judge.
The prisoner tried hard to collect his thoughts.
"Well, the more I look at him, the more likely it seems that I did,"
he replied.
A fool must now and then be right by chance.--_Cowper_.
Fools, to talking ever prone, Are sure to make their follies known.
--_Gay_.
He explained it clearly to her: "Wise men hesitate, you see. None but fools will say they're certain."
"Are you sure of that?" said she.
"Yes," he answered, "I am certain--certain as can be of that"
Then he wondered just what she was laughing at.
Two Hebrews went in business together in a small town, and one went to New York to buy the goods, while the other stayed at home. The one that stayed at home got the bills a few days after his partner was in New York. The bills came as follows: "24 doz. neckwear and 8 doz.
ditto; 24 suits and 4 ditto; 18 pants and 12 ditto." This ditto part bothered the one at home and he telegraphed his brother to come home.
When his brother arrived he showed him the bills and said:
"Vat do it mean you shall buy ditto for a closing (clothing) business?"
His brother said: "I buy ditto?"
"Yes, here's de bills."
"Vell, dey stuck me in New York."
So he returned to New York and found that ditto meant the same. He came back home, and his brother meeting him at the depot said:
"Vell, Abie, did you find out vat ditto is?"
And Abie said: "Yes, I find out vat a ditto is--I'm a d--m fool and you're a ditto."
RAYMOND--"What the deuce do you mean by telling Joan that I am a fool?"
GEORGE--"Heavens! I'm sorry--was it a secret?"
Fools never understand people of wit.--_Vauvenargues_.
LEA--"I wonder if Professor Kidder meant anything by it?"
PERKINS--"By what?"
LEA--"He advertised a lecture on 'Fools,' and when I bought a ticket it was marked 'Admit one.'"
FORDS
"So you bought one of those automobiles they tell so many funny stories about?"
"Yes," replied Mr. Chuggins. "And it is saving me a lot of trouble and wear and tear. When your friends tell you jokes about your car they don't expect you to ask them to ride in it."
_If--With Apologies to Kipling_
If you can keep your Ford when those about you are selling theirs and buying Cadillacs; if you can just be tickled all to pieces when notified to pay your license-tax; if you can feel a quiet sense of pleasure when driving on a rough and hilly road, and never move a muscle of your visage when underneath you hear a tire explode; if you can plan a pleasant week-end journey and tinker at your car a day or so, then thrill with joy on that eventful morning to find no skill of yours can make it go; if you can gather up your wife and children, put on your glad rags, and start off for church, then have to wade around in greasy gearings and spoil the best of all your stock of shirts, yet through it all maintain that sweet composure, that gentle calm befitting such events; if you can sound a bugle-note of triumph when steering straight against a picket-fence; if you can keep your temper, tongue, and balance when on your back beneath your car you pose, and, struggling there to fix a balky cog-wheel, you drop a monkey-wrench across your nose; if you can smile as gasoline goes higher, and sing a song because your motor faints--your place is not with common erring mortals; your home is over there among the saints!--_J. Edward Tufft_.
It is admittedly difficult to recover a lost flivver. But the best suggestion comes from our own Mrs. Eckstrom, who advises an ad.: "Lizzie, come home; all is forgiven."
"Why are school-teachers like Ford cars?"
"Because they give the most service for the least money."--_Life_.
"Yes, indeed," argues the Ford salesman, "this little car is a great investment. You put a few dollars into a Ford and right away it runs into thousands."
A flivver in Newton, Kan., broke the arms of four persons who attempted to crank it in less than a week. That's what comes of crossing a bicycle with a mule.
Lew McCall says that motorists who come through Columbus en route for Kansas City have about the following conversations when they stop at the filling station here:
If it's a Cadillac, the driver says: "How far is it to Kansas City?"
"One hundred forty miles," is the reply. "Gimme twenty gallons of gas and a gallon of oil," says the driver. Then comes a Buick and the chauffeur says: "How far is it to Kansas City?" "One hundred forty miles." "Gimme ten gallons of gas and a half-gallon of oil." and he drives on. Along comes a flivver and the driver uncranks himself, gets out and stretches, and asks: "How far is it to Kansas City?"
"Oh, about one hundred forty miles." "Is that all? Gimme two quarts of water and a bottle of 3 in 1, and hold this son-of-a-gun until I get in."
Possibly the apex of sarcasm or something was reached the other day when Jones took his flivver to a repair shop and asked the man there what was the best thing to do with it.