Agricultural.

Sweet Young Thing: “Why are you running that steam-roller over that field?”

Farmer: “I'm going to raise mashed potatoes this year.”

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“Look here,” said the old lady, “do you want a meal badly enough to work for it?”

“To tell the truth, mum, I'm just hungry,” he answered, “not desperate.”

Could any one be meaner than the man who, hearing last Monday that his baby boy had swallowed a halfpenny, said, “Let him have it. Next Thursday is his birthday, anyhow.”

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