They are both sheeneys.
* * * * *
“Doctor,” said the friend, stopping him on the street, “what do you
take for a heavy cold?” “A fee,” replied the doctor, softly, and he
passed on.
* * * * *
_Mrs. Peck_ (hearing a racket in the hall)--What are you up to now,
Henry?
_Mr. Peck_ (feebly)--I’m not up to anything, my dear. I just fell down
stairs.
* * * * *
I got on a train to-day and rode as far as Yonkers, and the conductor
came around and looked at my ticket and said: “Young man, you are on
the wrong train.” I had to get off and walk all the way back to New
York again. I got on another train and went out about thirty miles, and
the conductor came around and looked at my ticket and said: “Young man,
you are on the wrong train.” I had to get off and walk back to New York
again. I got on another train, and, of course, was mad and began to
swear; a minister, sitting in a seat behind me, said: “Young man, stop
your swearing. Do you know you are on the road to hell?” I said: “Here
I am on the wrong train again,” and I had to get off.
* * * * *
“You would be a good dancer but for two things.”
“What are they?”
“Your feet.”
* * * * *
_Gas Man_--Hello! Tom, what are you doing these days?
_Pork Packer_--I’m in the meat business. What are you doing?
_Gas Man_--I go you one degree better. I’m in the meter business.
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