“Good morning, Adolph de Belfort. How comes it you are not at church this fine Thanksgiving morn. Have you nothing to be thankful for?”
“For nothing as much as being able to count myself one of your most ardent admirers, believe me!”
A SURE WINNER.
Mentor (behind rock): “Hand her de bokay, Jimmy, an’ den t’row yerself at her feet an’ tell her yer life is mizzerable, an’ dat yer’ll chuck yerself in de ocean if she don’t have yer; an’ don’t forgit de sooicide rackit. Dat fetches de wimmin every time.”
C’EST L’AMOUR.
“Mary, there is warious kinds o’ love. There is that love wot never wants nothin’ but love; then there’s a love wot’s simply lovely, it’s so pure an’ good. Such a love is like the stars wot shines in the infirmary in circumambulance space, an’ this is the hour for love, the sunset hour. Do you remember Gray’s ‘Elegy’ begins with the line ‘Wot Curtius told to Nell at parting day’?”
“Look at me, Lizzie; the gal wot gets me’ll have a snap, for I don’t chew, smoke, or git drunk!”