His Occasional Look
In the waiting-room of a small railway station, a crowd of noisy young fellows were making fun of a student, who was walking impatiently up and down, but stopped from time to time to look into the mirror. At last the noisiest of the crowd called out:
“Say, are you in love with yourself, that you look into that glass so often?”
“I only want a look at a gentleman now and then,” was the student’s calm reply.