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S&S HUMOR LIBRARY No. 3 PRICE 25 CENTS
JIGLETS
A SERIES OF SIDESPLITTING GYRATIONS REELED OFF
WALTER JONES
ILLUSTRATED
STREET & SMITH ? PUBLISHERS ? NEW YORK
"JIGLETS"
A SERIES OF SIDESPLITTING GYRATIONS REELED OFF..
Jiglets
IMPORTANT
DEAR READER:
Between you and me, any one of the jokes--if you like it--is worth eleven times the price asked for the book. But, like the filigree work on a lemon merangue pie, the decoration may not make the pie any more palatable--but, it looks a whole lot better.
Confidentially yours, Walter Jones
JIGLETS
Ha! Ha! Ha! I am astonished. I didn't expect to find more than ten persons in the house to-night, and I see there are eleven.
I want to thank that gentleman in the first row--the man with the vigorous growth of hair. It's such a relief to see a man with some hair, in the front row.
Say, I don't think I ever told you of the time I went with a Shakespearian company to tour the New England States.
Never knew I was an actor? Why, of course.
Wouldn't have thought it? Neither would I, if I didn't know to what extremes a man of my attainments may be driven, when his bread-basket is empty.
Well, I signed for a hundred a week and all expenses.
I got expenses all right, part of the time, and had to employ one of Pinkerton's men to look after the salary.
Up to yesterday, he hadn't found it; but no actor who goes out of New York town ever expects to get any salary, and I didn't.
I played Hamlet, Egglet, Eyelet, Omelet and To Let.
Every time I played Hamlet, I got an Egglet in the Eyelet, and I saved them up and made an Omelet, which caused such a disturbance among the other boarders, that my landlady told me my room was To Let.
I was in hard luck all around.
The worst blow that ever struck yours truly, was when we hit a little town in Maine called Haystack Mountain.
People there didn't appreciate good acting and the show went busted.
Well, the manager had an urgent engagement with a sick friend in New York, and he left us high and dry.
Some of the girls wept a little and asked how far it was to the railroad station.
I didn't ask how far it was to the station. I knew what to do. I began to walk.
Do you know, I never struck such a confounded lot of ties in all my life.
The railroad must have employed non-union help. You couldn't judge them at all. You'd strike a lot that were three feet apart and think they were all that way. You'd go to sleep until you struck one at a four-foot interval; then you'd wake up pretty quick and murmur gentle nothings about the company.
About the second day out, I landed at the town of Bridgewater. I walked into the only hotel of the place and thought I'd bluff 'em a little.
"Five dollars a day and up," says the clerk.
"Oh, come off," says I, "I'm an actor."
"In that case," says he, "it's five dollars a day, down."
Toward evening, I came to a siding where a lot of box-cars were stalled. I crept on one of the trucks and went to sleep. I woke up to find I was traveling at the rate of forty miles an hour.
Suddenly I became aware that I had a visitor, and I knew my visitor had visitors, too--because I could hear him scratching.
"Say," says I, "who the dickens are you and what do you want?"
"Look here, young feller," says the visitor, "I'm Cornelius Vanderbilt out for a spin in my new automobile, and I won't be disturbed by the likes of you."
"Maryland," says he. "My father is a great farmer down there. He raised a cabbage last year that weighed four hundred pounds. Now, who are you?"
"Why," says I, "I'm Admiral Dewey on a tour of inspection in my private car. I'm going back to Brooklyn Navy Yard to superintend the manufacture of a boiler, so large that it takes two hundred and fifty men to drive one of the rivets."
"Go slow, there," says he. "What could they do with a boiler so large as that?"
"Why," says I, "they're going to boil that cabbage your father raised."
When we struck the town of Grafton, we got off our Pullman, and began looking for the graft.
Percy went up to a cottage and rapped at the door, intending to ask for some cold victuals.
A hand shoved out and gave him a roll of green-backs. Percy was dumfounded, but took to his heels.
When we were about two miles away, Percy looked at me, and said:
"Those lobsters took me for the landlord."
We located a restaurant presently, and sat waiting at a table for an hour and a half.
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