“Cahn’t say that I was especially impressed.”
“Well,” said the American, “you astonish me. We rather thought there were a few interesting sights over here. Did you, by any chance, see Niagara Falls?”
“Oh, yes. Spent half a day there.”
“Well, isn’t Niagara Falls worth looking at?”
“From the Canadian side—yes!”
§ 236 Between the Cloves and the Hiccough
Before prohibition the bar in the Lambs’ Club—now given over to soft drinks, confectionery and vain regrets—was a famous place. I think more quick humor originated there than on any other spot of similar size on this hemisphere.
I remember one night when a distinguished comedian in a groggy condition was clinging to the rail. Only a few days before, he had announced that he was off the stuff forever. A fellow-actor entered.
“Why, Jack,” he said, “I thought you’d taken the pledge and now here you are with a bun on. How did you get it?”
The inebriated one raised his head, revealing a happy, dreamy smile.