Buying a Stamp.

A man who had been waiting patiently in the post office could not attract the attention of either of the girls behind the counter. “The evening cloak,” explained one of the girls to her companion, “was a redingote design in gorgeous silver lame brocade, with fox fur and wide pagoda sleeves.”

At this point the long-suffering customer broke in with: “I wonder if you could provide me with a neat brown stamp with a dinky perforated hem, the tout ensemble delicately treated on the reverse with gum-arabic? Something about one penny?”

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Wedding Guest: “This is your fourth daughter to get married, isn't it?”

MacTight: “Ay, and our confetti's gettin’ awfu’ gritty.”