The Schoolmaster's Riddle and the Five-Shilling Coin
“Now,” said an English schoolmaster, as he displayed a bright five-shilling piece between the tips of his finger and thumb, “the first boy or girl that puts a riddle to me which I can not answer will receive this as a gift. Any more?” he asked as soon as silence was restored, and no one had claimed the coin. “Yes, sir,” sang out a little fellow from the farther end of the room. “Why am I like the Prince of Wales?” “The Prince of Wales?” said the master, thoughtfully. “The Prince of Wales?” he repeated to himself. “Really, Johnny, I see no resemblance in you; I’ll give it up.” “Because,” cried the lad, joyfully, “I’m waiting for the crown.”