Little Harold was practicing the violin in the living room while his father was trying to read in the den.
The family dog was lying in the den, and as the screeching sounds of little Harold’s violin reached his ears, he
began to howl loudly.
The father listened to the dog and the violin as long as he could. Then he jumped up, slammed his paper to the floor and yelled above the noise, ”For pity’s sake, can’t you play something the dog doesn’t know?”
A violin player came home one day to find his house burnt to the ground, and policemen, firemen etc, standing around. He went up to one and asked, ”What happened to my house?”
The policeman replied, ”Well, the conductor came to your house at -”
The violinist interrupted in amazement, ”The conductor? Came to my house?”