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Evening Star, Issue 19776, 28 January 1928, Page 3

A colored man in Texas was enjoying the first watermelon of the season. As the celebrant sat in the back door of the general store working on his third slice, a friend dashed np to him. “Jim.” he gasped, “ Jipi, dey’s bad news for yon. Yore wife just now fell da id from heart failure!” The husband’s ery was an inarticulate gurgle. “Jim!” cried the bearer of ill-tidings, “didn’t you heah whut I’m tell’ you? Yore pore wife jest fell daid. Ain’t yon got no_ grief to show?” _ The widower raised his head until the lower part of his face temporarily had lost connection- with the dripping delicacy. “Boy,” he said, “kindly stand round ycre ’twell I gets th’ough wid dis watermelon an’ then I’m goin’ show you some grief.”

A schoolmaster asked his children to write something about sheep. One boy wrote:—“The sheep, is npted for its woolly coat an in a St. Luke’s.” Read it aloud and you may perhaps gathe# what he meant.