"Now, you got to keep away from this guy," the trainer whispered to his fighter. "Jab him and get away or he'll use his right. Don't let him get set up to use his right."
"I understand," said the fighter. "I'll do just like you say. Suppose he does get his right going and hits me clean. What do I do?"
"Nothing," replied the trainer. "Just relax and the referee and I will carry you to your corner."
Dorothy, the little daughter of a tire salesman, had seen triplets for the first time.
"Oh mother," she cried out upon returning home, "what do you think I saw today?"
"I can't imagine, dear, what?"
"A lady had twins, and a spare!"