It was a cold, raw day at Washington. Champ Clark was discussing the gamins of the cities with an Enghsh 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 an apt reply.
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 runnin’,” was the reply.