The youth stared and the bystanders laughed. The joke was a good one. Many times it could be applied in a crowd, for there are so many rude people who appear to think there is no one in the world besides themselves.
"Don't you like it?" demanded the pusher.
"Oh, yes, I like it," answered Ike with a laugh. "It's quite an honor to be knocked around by a thing like you."
"I'll punch you in the head if you say much."
"Oh, I won't say much. I'll be as quiet as a lamb. I won't even bleat. It's all right; excuse me for being in your way. I am proud—very proud—to be knocked aside, certainly."
At that moment there came a voice asking:
"Why don't you rap that dude on the head?"
The dude looked around to learn who had offered the bold suggestion, and then demanded:
"Who spoke then?"