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Updated: May 29, 2025
I would, for the joke's sake, that it had been done.
"But let's forget it. The joke's on Barbara, anyway!" These are the directions for finding the office of Carteret & Carteret, Mill Supplies and Leather Belting: You follow the Broadway trail down until you pass the Crosstown Line, the Bread Line, and the Dead Line, and come to the Big Cañons of the Moneygrubber Tribe.
What's the good of going on with it? A joke's a joke all right, but there's no use pushing things too far." "What Ford's trying to do," said Gregg, "is to crab the Lord-Lieutenant part of the business. I thought I'd better tell you, so that you'd know exactly how things stand." "You've not told me much, so far," said Dr. O'Grady. "What's Ford's particular line?"
It looks as if, for the joke's sake, the poor man had twisted his features into an expression at once the most ludicrous and horrible that he could contrive, and at that very moment, as a judgment for making himself so hideous, an avenging Providence had seen fit to petrify him.
"Highway robbery, I call it, to send us such stuff for our good, hard cash!" "The joke's on us this time, and no doubt about it," said the also chagrinned, but more philosophically inclined "Gibs." "The Bard means well, though, and no doubt he thinks the stuff is poetry." "Old P." solemnly tapped his forehead with his forefinger.
"Jim's some man," he confided to himself, unconsciously speaking aloud. "An' the girl's a nervy little thing almighty good lookin', too. I reckon it'll cost me a month's salary fer a weddin' present, so maybe the joke's on me." His mind reverted to Mendez. "Five thousand on the old cuss," he muttered gloomily, "an' somebody else got the chance to pot him.
Yet it was plain enough, for the inlet led up to the three trees, which seemed to invite a man to do there whatever he had planned to do. "Stuff 'em up their chimney," says Monson. "Tip the hut into the creek. That joke's on them, ain't it?" I didn't see how the joke was on them. "Why, I never knew an Injy islander to dig a cellar," he says: "They lie on the ground and get ague.
Pierre's teeth glistened behind a smile as he spoke, and Macavoy broke into a roar of laughter. "Black's the white o' yer eye," he said at last, "an' a joke's a joke. Seven fut three I am, an' sound av wind an' limb an' a weddin'-gift to that swate rose o' the valley! Aisy, aisy, Pierre. A bit o' foolin' 'twas ye put on the paper, but truth I'll make it, me cock o' the walk.
Pierre's teeth glistened behind a smile as he spoke, and Macavoy broke into a roar of laughter. "Black's the white o' yer eye," he said at last, "an' a joke's a joke. Seven fut three I am, an' sound av wind an' limb an' a weddin'-gift to that swate rose o' the valley! Aisy, aisy, Pierre. A bit o' foolin' 'twas ye put on the paper, but truth I'll make it, me cock o' the walk.
Where had he left that darned paper anyway? Suddenly he remembered. In his mortification over his attire he had left the statement lying on his dresser. He looked up to meet all eyes fixed expectantly upon him. Then he leaned back in his chair and tried to smile. "I guess the joke's on me," he said. "I came away in such a hurry I forgot it."
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