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MATRIMONY
_See_ Marriage.
MEASURING INSTRUMENTS
"Golly, but I's tired!" exclaimed a tall and thin negro, meeting a short and stout friend on Was.h.i.+ngton Street.
"What you been doin' to get tired?" demanded the other.
"Well," explained the thin one, drawing a deep breath, "over to Brother Smith's dey are measurin' de house for some new carpets. Dey haven't got no yawdstick, and I's just ezactly six feet tall. So to oblige Brother Smith, I's been a-layin' down and a-gettin' up all over deir house."
MEDICAL INSPECTION OF SCHOOLS
Pa.s.sER-BY--"What's the fuss in the schoolyard, boy?"
THE BOY--"Why, the doctor has just been around examinin' us an' one of the deficient boys is knockin' th' everlastin' stuffin's out of a perfect kid."
MEDICINE
The farmer's mule had just balked in the road when the country doctor came by. The farmer asked the physician if he could give him something to start the mule. The doctor said he could, and, reaching down into his medicine case, gave the animal some powders. The mule switched his tail, tossed his head and started on a mad gallop down the road. The farmer looked first at the flying animal and then at the doctor.
"How much did that medicine cost, Doc?" he asked.
"Oh, about fifteen cents," said the physician.
"Well, give me a quarter's worth, quick!" And he swallowed it. "I've got to catch that mule."
"I hope you are following my instructions carefully, Sandy--the pills three times a day and a drop of whisky at bedtime."
"Weeel, sir, I may be a wee bit behind wi' the pills, but I'm about six weeks in front wi' the whusky."
Rarely has a double meaning turned with more deadly effect upon an innocent perpetrator than in an advertis.e.m.e.nt lately appearing in a western newspaper. He wrote: "Wanted--a gentleman to undertake the sale of a patent medicine. The advertiser guarantees it will be profitable to the undertaker."
I firmly believe that if the whole _materia medico_ could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be all the better for mankind and all the worse for the fishes.--_O.W. Holmes_.
A man's own observation, what he finds good of, and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health.--_Bacon_.
MEEKNESS
One evening just before dinner a wife, who had been playing bridge all the afternoon, came in to find her husband and a strange man (afterward ascertained to be a lawyer) engaged in some mysterious business over the library table, upon which were spread several sheets of paper.
"What are you going to do with all that paper, Henry?" demanded the wife.
"I am making a wish," meekly responded the husband.
"A wish?"
"Yes, my dear. In your presence I shall not presume to call it a will."
MEMORIALS
Two negroes were talking about a recent funeral of a member of their race, at which funeral there had been a profusion of floral tributes.
Said the cook:
"Dat's all very well, Mandy; but when I dies I don't want no flowers on my grave. Jes' plant a good old watermelon-vine; an' when she gits ripe, you come dar, an' don't you eat it, but jes' bus' it on de grave, an'
let de good old juice dribble down thro' de ground!"
"That's rather a handsome mantelpiece you have there, Mr. Binkston,"
said the visitor.
"Yes," replied Mr. Binkston, proudly. "That is a memorial to my wife."
"Why--I was not aware that Mrs. Binkston had pa.s.sed away," said the visitor sympathetically.
"Oh no, indeed, she hasn't," smiled Mr. Binkston. "She is serving her thirtieth sojourn in jail. That mantelpiece is built of the bricks she was convicted of throwing."
MEMORY
"Uncle Mose," said a drummer, addressing an old colored man seated on a drygoods box in front of the village store, "they tell me that you remember seeing George Was.h.i.+ngton--am I mistaken?"