A Gentleman who was visiting his lawyer for the purpose of making his will, insisted that a final request be attached to the document.  The request was, that his Ford car be buried with him after he died.  His lawyer tried to make him see how absurd this was, but failed, so he asked the gentleman’s wife to use her influence with him.  She did the best she could, but she also failed.

“Well, John,” she said finally, “tell me why you want your Ford car buried with you?”

“Because I have never gotten into a hole yet but what my Ford could pull me out,” was the reply.

Young lady on a country road in a Ford car which has bucked and refuses to move, asks a farmer who is plowing in an adjoining field—­“Do you know anything about a Ford?”

“Nope—­nuthin’ except a lot of stories, ma’am—­giddap.”

FOREIGNERS

TEACHER—­“Who was the first man?”

HEAD SCHOLAR—­“Washington; he was first in war, first in—­”

TEACHER—­“No, no; Adam was the first man.”

HEAD SCHOLAR-"Oh! if you’re talking of foreigners, I s’pose he was.”

FORESIGHT

“Are you going to pay any attention to these epithets that are being hurled at you?”

“Yes, indeed,” answered Senator Sorghum.  “I’m having them all carefully copied and filed away.  I may need them when it comes my turn to call names.”

“Now, then, my hearties,” said the gallant captain, “you have a tough battle before you.  Fight like heroes till your powder is gone; then run.  I’m a little lame, and I’ll start now.”

FORGETFULNESS

See Memory.

FORTUNE HUNTERS

“This bill was innocent on its face, but beneath there lurked a most sinister significance.”

The speaker, Senator Clarke, was discussing in Little Rock a measure of which he disapproved.

“The bill reminded me, in fact,” he said, “of a Little Rock, urchin’s question.  His question, innocent enough in appearance, dear knows, was this: 

“‘Would you mind making a noise like a frog, uncle?’”

“‘And why,’ said the uncle, with an amused smile, ’why, Tommy, do you desire me to make a noise like a frog?’”

“‘Because,’ replied the urchin, ’whenever I ask daddy to buy me anything he always says, ‘Wait till your uncle croaks.’”

“Here’s poetic justice for you.  One of these oil-stock promoters married a woman for her money.”

“Yes?”

“Only to discover that she had invested it all in his oil stock.”

  “I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
    I scrabbled and munched like a slave. 
  Was it famine or scurvy—­I fought it;
    I hurled my youth into the grave.

  “I wanted the gold and I got it—­
    Came out with a fortune last fall—­
  Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
    And somehow the gold isn’t all.”