William had just returned from college, resplendent in peg-top trousers, silk hosiery, a fancy waistcoat, and a necktie that spoke for itself. He entered the library where his father was reading. The old gentleman looked up and surveyed his son. The longer he looked, the more disgusted he became.
“Son,” he finally blurted out, “you look like a d—— fool!”
Later, the old Major who lived next door came in and greeted the boy heartily. “William,” he said with undisguised admiration, “you look exactly like your father did twenty-five years ago when he came back from school!”
“Yes,” replied William, with a smile, “so Father was just telling me.”
