A man was buying a horse of a French Canadian. He looked the animal over
carefully. The Frenchman said, "He not look ver' goot, but he is a goot
horse." The purchaser, not setting much store by the man's judgment of
good looks in a horse, and saying that he didn't care for appearance
provided other things were all right, bought the animal. Next day he
brought the horse back, saying that he was blind of an eye, and demanded
his money back, but the Frenchman said, "Non! Vot I tell you? Did I not
say zat he not look goot?"
One day when Mrs. Van Auken installed a Chinaman in her kitchen, the
following conversation took place: "What is your name, sir?" asked Mrs.
Van Auken. "Oh, my namee Ah Sin Foo!" "But I can't remember all that
lingo, my man. I'll call you Jimmy." "Velly welle. Now whachee namee I
callee you?" "Well, my name is Mrs. Van Auken. Call me that." "Oh, me
can no membel Missee Yanne Auken. Too big piecee namee. I callee you
Tommy--Missee Tommy."