"Some time, when you spring a stale joke, I shall be led to assassinate you," declared Bruce Browning.
"Impossible!" cried Griswold. "That would be a crime."
"Well, what's the odds?"
"You are too fat to commit a crime."
"How is that?"
"It is difficult for fat persons to stoop to anything low, you know."
"You seem to find considerable amusement because I am somewhat overweight," said Bruce, with attempted severity.
"Not at all," chirped Danny. "Some men are well enough in their weight, but this doesn't apply to coal dealers."
"Say, Griswold," called Rattleton, "what's the aver
age fate for a wool—no, I mean the average weight for a fool?"