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?"