The Wall Street man was standing at the curb when a friend from his old home town, whom he had not seen in years, approached. They embraced but the friend seemed mighty serious.

"I'm awful sorry to tell you this," said the visitor, "but your old and dear Aunt Cecily is in jail"

"Glad you told me," said the broker. "it is good to hear she's provided for."

* * * * * * *

Sister had a problem.

"Father," she said. "Who should I marry? Handsome Percy or Steady Sam?"

"Sam."

"Why?"

"I've been borrowing money from him for the last six months and he still comes to see you twice a week."

* * * * * * *

The rich, old, dying man called his lawyer to him for the purpose of disposing of his worldly goods.

"How many children have you?" the layer asked.

"That, sir," said the old-timer, "will be decided by the court when my will is contested."

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