Safety First


"Come over here!" called a friend to an intoxicated citizen whom he saw

across the street.



The man addressed blinked and shook his head.



"Come over there?" he called back. "Why, it's all I can do to stay where

I am."



* * *



Amos Perkins was hired in the spring to shoot muskrats, which were

overrunning the mill da
. An acquaintance paused to chat one day with

Amos, who was sitting at ease on the bank of the stream, his gun safely

out of reach.



"I hear the muskrats are undermining the dam," the acquaintance said.



"So they be, so they be!" Amos agreed.



"Hi! there goes one!" cried the visitor, pointing. "Shoot! Why don't you

shoot, man?"



Amos spat tobacco juice emphatically, and answered: "Huh! think I want

to lose my job?"



* * *



The disgruntled fisherman at the club lifted his voice and complained

loudly. He protested against the base trickery of his two companions on

the trip.



"It was agreed," he explained, "before we started, that the one who

caught the first fish must stand treat to a supper. Now, you'd hardly

believe it, but it's a fact that when we got to fishing, both those

fellows deliberately refused to pull in their lines when they had bites,

just so I'd be stuck."



"That was a mean trick," one of the auditors asserted sympathetically.

"How much did the supper cost you?"



The grouchy fisherman relaxed slightly.



"Oh," he explained, "it wasn't as bad as that. You see, I didn't have

any bait on my hook."



* * *



A G. A. R. veteran told to some members of the American Legion the story

of a private in the Civil War, who during the first battle of Bull Run

found a post hole into which he lowered himself, so that only his eyes

were above the level of the ground. An officer, noting this display of

cowardice, darted to the spot, and with a threatening gesture of his

sword, shouted fiercely, "get out of that hole!"



But the skulker did not come out. On the contrary, he put his thumb to

his nose and waggled his fingers insultingly.



"Not on your life," he retorted. "Hunt a hole for yourself. This belongs

to me."



* * *



The woman hesitated over buying the silver service.



"Of course," she said, "I take your word for it that it's solid silver,

but somehow it doesn't look it."



"A great advantage, ma'am," the shopkeeper declared suavely. "That

service can be left right out in plain sight, and no burglar will look

at it twice."



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