Ask Your Own
It was a cold，raw day at Washington．Champ Clark was discussing the gamins of the cities with an English visitor．The latter expatiated on the wit of the London type of the genius．Clark declared that if the Englishman were to ask any Washington street urchin any question，the urchin would make anaptreply．They sallied forth．
What time is it，Bub？They tell me you can tell time by your nose，said the visitor to the first newsboy they met．
Ask your own，mister，mine ain't run nin’，was the reply．