A Bad Label

TOM bought a gallon of gin to take home; and, by way of a label, wrote

his name upon a card, which happened to be the seven of clubs, and tied

it to the handle. A friend coming along, and observing the jug, quietly

remarked: That's an awful careless way to leave that liquor!--Why?

said Tom. Because somebody might come along with the eight of clubs

and take it!