Not long ago Finley Peter Dunne, the humorist, was lured to one of these entertainments. The lady, wearing very few clothes, and, as a result of their lack, looking even plumper than usual, danced in an effect of moonlight calcium beams.
As Dunne was leaving, one of the patronesses hailed him.
"Oh, Mr. Dunne," she twittered, "how did you enjoy the madame's dancing?"
"Immensely," said Dunne. "Made me think of Grant's Tomb in love."
"NEXT!"
The wonders of modern science never cease to be of absorbing interest and even the following story, which is supposed to take place in the near future, may be more realistic than we now think possible, although it is rather hard on our good friends the doctors.
"Be seated, sir," said the distinguished practitioner.
The man who had entered the doctor's office a few moments before in obedience to the invitation sank into a luxurious chair. The doctor looked at him casually, and, touching an indicator at the side of his desk, said:
"What a pleasant day."
"Yes, it is."