If a lekturer trys tew be phunny, he iz like a hoss trying to trot backwards, pretty apt tew trod on himself.
COMIK LEKTURE.
Humor must fall out ov a mans mouth, like musik out ov a bobalink, or like a yung bird out ov its nest, when it iz feathered enuff to fly.
Whenever a man haz made up hiz mind that he iz a wit, then he iz mistaken without remedy, but whenever the publick haz made up their mind that he haz got the disease, then he haz got it sure.
Individuals never git this thing right, the publik never git it wrong.
The publik never cheat themselfs, nor other folks, when they weigh out glory.
Thare iz jist 16 ounces in a pound ov glory, and no more, that is, by the publiks steelyards.
Humor iz wit with a roosters tail feathers stuck in its cap, and wit iz wisdom in tight harness.
No man kan be a helthy phool unless he haz nussed at the brest ov wisdom.