"Yes; spring-sprong always affects me, too—makes my head ring-rong."
"What in thunder is the matter with you, old man, the way you've got to talking?"
"Nothing-thong," said Reginald, making a swinging movement of his arm through empty air, as his friend backed away in amazement and alarm.
"I hear that you have become a great devotee of the fashionable fad of table tennis."
"Yes," he said, wildly; "I like to have my fling-flong, and enjoy the banjo sing-song of the game of ping-pong at every racquet's swing-swong, while the celluloid sphere is on the wing-wong. I know that game's the thing-thong——"
Just then the gentleman seated alongside spoke to him, and the poor fellow lapsed into silence.
I knew then that the dreadful ping-pong had gotten in its work, and that he was on his way to a sanitarium.
In Jacksonville I dropped into a restaurant with a friend, a Wall Street man off for a rest.
