"No. I spoke before an audience once, but most of it went before I did."
A lank, disconsolate-looking farmer, stood on the steps of the town hall during the progress of a political meeting.
"Do you know who's talking in there now?" demanded a stranger, briskly, pausing for a moment beside the farmer. "Or are you just going in?"
"No, sir; I've just come out," said the farmer, decidedly. "Congressman Smiffkins is talking in there."
"What about?" asked the stranger.
"Well," continued the countryman, passing a knotted hand across his forehead, "he didn't say."
"You haven't had much to say lately," commented the old friend.
"True," replied Senator Sorghum. "But you must give me credit for one thing—I realized the fact and kept still."