TWO POLITE AND SPUNKY BOYS

A German, meeting a friend on the street, asked him to come up to his house some day, he wanted to show him his two boys. “I haf,” said he, “two of de finest poys vot ever vas; two very fine, polite undt spunky poys.”

His friend went up to the house one day, and the two friends were sitting on the porch talking and smoking their pipes, while the two boys were playing in front of the house in the street.

“Now I vill show you,” said the proud father, “vat two very fine poys I haf.” And with that he called, “Poys!”

One of the little fellows looked up and promptly answered, “Sir?”

“See,” said the father, “how polite. Two very polite undt spunky poys.”

By and by he called out again, “Poys!” and the other little chap looked up from his play and responded, “Sir?”

Again the father proudly commended them to his companion, saying, “How polite, how polite.”

A third time he ventured to put them to the test, as he said, “Just to show you vat two polite undt spunky poys I haf,” and called out, “poys!”

One of the little fellows straightened himself up at this, and shaking his fist at the old man, called out:

“Look here, old man, if you don’t stop your blame hollerin’ at us, I’ll come in there an’ bust your head with a brick.”

“See!” exclaimed the delighted father, “spunky, spunky! Two very polite undt spunky poys.”

Passing by a mill-pond in winter time, and observing a parcel of boys skating right under and around a DANGER sign which had been erected there, a gentleman looked up the miller and expostulated with him for allowing it.

The miller smiled and said, “You just rest easy, my friend. It’s all right. I put that danger sign there on purpose to attract the boys to that part of the pond. You see the water is only a foot deep there, but away on the other side it’s twenty feet deep. If I’d a put the danger sign over there, then they’d all gone over there. So I put it over here. Catch on?”