There was a Scotch professor at college and the fellows used to say his bump of humor was a dent.
Maybe mine isn't much better.

Are you joking ?" Keziah stacked the cups and saucers.
"I ain't jokin'," she declared.

"I've been a poor relation in this village for a good while and my brother was a shoemaker and on the upper fringe of the town-folk class.

My humor bump would have to stick up like Cannon Hill afore I could see any joke in that." "But you're not seriously advising me to treat a rich man differently from a poor one ?" "Not openly different--no.

But if you want to steer a perfectly SAFE course, one that'll keep deep water under your keel the whole voyage, why, there's your chart." Mr.Ellery promptly tore the "chart" into small pieces.
"I'm going out," he said.