Herr von N. was a passionate lover of hunting, and though he seldom hit anything, he boasted the more. He was giving a large dinner-party, and, as usual on such occasions, had his man-servant standing behind his chair, so he could appeal to him, as a witness of his heroic deeds. “Now, gentlemen, I must tell you of a very remarkable shot I made the other day. I shot a very large deer through the right hind leg and the right ear. What do you think of that?” Everybody laughed. “John, you were there,” cried Herr von N., “you can testify to it.” “Most certainly,” replied the servant, “it is all perfectly true. The deer—if the gentlemen will forgive my mentioning it—was scratching his ear at the very moment my master hit it.” The laughter grew to a roar. John stooped over his master and whispered in his ear: “When your Honor tells a story next, please don’t have things so far apart or I might not be able to put them together as well.” A Kind Neighbor “Will you permit me, friend, to shoot one of the ducks in this pond? I’ll give you two marks for it.” “Certainly, sir!” The gunner pays the money, kills the duck, and, encouraged by his luck, asks the farmer if he may have a second one, pays him two more marks and kills another duck. “Would you allow me to shoot a third one?” “Sure, shoot all you want to; the ducks don’t belong to me, but to my neighbor.” A Good Excuse Farmer (to another):—“I caught a rabbit yesterday. He won’t get into my cabbage patch again!” Förster (coming up behind):—“So, that’s right; and pray what did you do with that rabbit, you rascal?” Farmer:—“Well, well, what should I have done with him! Look here, sir; I just took the beast, belabored his fur well with my stick and carried him into the next field. He won’t come back here!” Förster:—“Don’t doubt it at all!” Killed One Förster:—“Well, Doctor, what did you shoot?” Doctor:—“Oh, ah—I—killed one rabbit—and—wounded three.” Age Limit City Swell:—“What a magnificent animal a fully grown deer is! How old do they get?” Gamekeeper:—“Well, you see, that depends on—when they are shot!” Contradiction Förster (to gunner):—“What did you shoot at?” “At a doe, sir,—but I missed her!” “What, you shot at a doe? Haven’t you any eyes in your head? You ought to be ashamed of yourself (furiously) to shoot at a doe—and then to miss her besides!” Somewhat Uncertain Förster (to a gunner, who instead of rabbits, has killed several dogs):—“Say, when you are done with the dogs, tell us, so we can clear out in time!” A Gentle Hint Teacher (to the Förster’s son):—“Are there many rabbits in your father’s district?” Pupil:—“Oh yes, sir, lots!” Teacher:—“That’s queer; I never saw one.” A True Sunday Gunner A:—“Well, aren’t you coming yet?” B:—“It takes that fellow a long time to get his duds together!” A:—“You haven’t forgotten anything? You’ve got the ham, the sausage, the pheasant?” C:—“Yes, I have them; I haven’t forgotten a thing.” A:—“Then let’s be off!”