Editor of the Weekly Whoop (alone):–"Been up all night with the baby, head aches, three libel suits on hand, men on strike, subscriptions falling off, what next? Murder would be a pastime fer me now—Come in!!!"
Editor W. W.:–"What! a poem on Spring! I'll spring you—!!!"
Small Quiet Party:–"Excuse me, sir, jist hold on a minute—"
"I didn't expect to have to do no fightin', but if I must I'll have to get this 'ere coat off. Jist go up there a half a second!!"
Editor:–"Wha–Wha–What do you want?"