T’ROWN DOWN.
“Genevieve Cassidy, you ask me why I have brought you to this spot. Look! That ball of snow contains the body of my rival, Homer Gallagher. The vengeance I have wroke on him fills my heart with joy, for I feel I am a step nearer my one great ambition.”
He: “Hortense Vaseline Debris, from this hour henceforwardforth we ain’t to each other what we wuz a week ago. I brand yer as a flirt an’ a croquet!”
She (haughtily): “As you please, Reginald Overton. There are others!”
PROOF CONCLUSIVE.
Mediator: “He’s bin goin’ on like dat fer a week. He don’t get no sleep, but keeps moanin’ an’ mentionin’ yer name.”
Lizzie: “Does he refuse his wittles?”