There was a silence of a few moments, and then an anxious-looking man in
the rear of the hall rose up.

"I would take it as a favor," he said, "if you could tell me whether
science has produced as yet any reliable and certain cure for warts."


98. WHAT'S IN A NAME?

One of the managers of a home for destitute colored children tells a funny
story about the institution. She went out there to see how things were
getting along, and found a youngster as black as the inside of a coal mine
tied to a bed-post, with his hands behind him.

"What is that boy tied up there for?" she demanded of the attendant.

"For lying, ma'am. He is the worstist, lyingest nigger I ever seen."

"What's his name?

"George Washington, ma'am," was the paralyzing reply.


99. STILL ROOM FOR RESEARCH

"What is this new substance I hear so much about?" asked the eminent
scientist's wife.

"What new substance, my dear?"