Blue Blood


_Mrs. Profiteer:_ "Is this a pedigree dog?"



_Dealer:_ "Pedigree? I should just think 'e is, Mum. Why, if the animal

could only talk 'e wouldn't speak to either of us."



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_Small Bridesmaid_ (_loudly, in middle of ceremony_): "Mummie, are we

all getting married?"



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_Small Girl:_ "To-day's my mummy's wedding-day."



_Smaller Girl_ (_with air of superiority_): "_My_ mummy was married

_years_ ago."



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"Wot's a minimum wage, Albert?"



"Wot yer gets for goin' to yer work. If yer wants ter make a bit more

yer does a bit o' work for it."



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_Office Boy_ (_anxious to go to football match_): "May I have the

afternoon off, Sir? My grand----"



_Employer:_ "Oh, yes, I've heard that before. Your grandmother died last

week."



_Office Boy:_ "Yes, Sir; but--my grandfather's getting married again

this afternoon."



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_Minister's Wife:_ "My husband was asking only this morning why you

weren't in the habit of attending church."



_Latest Inhabitant:_ "Well, you see, it does so cut into one's

Sundays."



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"Two mistakes here, waiter--one in your favor, one in mine."



"In _your_ favor, Sir? Where?"



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_Mistress:_ "Oh, cook, be sure and put plenty of nuts in the cake."



_Cook:_ "You don't catch me crackin' no more nuts to-day. I've very near

broke me jaw already."



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_Gushing Lady:_ "Yes, she's married to a lawyer, and a good honest

fellow too."



_Cynic:_ "Bigamist!"



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_Mother:_ "Augustus, you naughty boy, you've been smoking. Do you feel

very bad, dear?"



_Augustus:_ "Thank you--I'm only dying."



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_New Butler:_ "At what time, Sir, would you wish to dine as a rule?"



_Profiteer:_ "What time do the best people dine?"



_New Butler:_ "At different times, Sir."



_Profiteer:_ "Very well. Then I, too, will dine at different times."



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_Fond Mamma:_ "I sometimes think, Percy, you don't treat your dear

father with quite the proper respect."



_Young Hopeful_; "Well, Ma, I never liked the man."



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_Playful Hostess:_ "Couldn't you manage one more _éclair?_"



_Serious Little Boy:_ "No, fanks, I've no more room."



_Playful Hostess:_ "If I picked you up by the heels and shook you, would

that help?"



_Serious Little Boy (after deep thought):_ "No, fanks, that would make

the space at the wrong end."



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_Vicar's Wife:_ "What are you children doing in daddy's study?"



_Ethel:_ "It's a great secret, Mummy. We're giving daddy a new bible for

his birthday."



_Vicar's Wife:_ "Oh--and what are you writing in it?"



_Ethel:_ "Well, you see, we thought we'd better copy what daddy's

friends put in the books they give him, so we're writing, 'With the

author's compliments.'"



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