Mark Twain in his lecturing days, reached a small Eastern town one afternoon and went before dinner to a barber’s to be shaved.
“You are a stranger in town, sir?” the barber asked.
“Yes, I am a stranger here,” was the reply.
“We’re having a good lecture here to-night, sir,” said the barber, “a ‘Mark Twain’ lecture. Are you going to it?”
“Yes, I think I will,” said Mr. Clemens.
“Have you got your ticket yet?” the barber asked.
“No, not yet,” said the other.
“Then, sir, you’ll have to stand.”
“Dear me!” Mr. Clemens exclaimed. “It seems as if I always do have to stand when I hear that man Twain lecture.”