For some time she ran beautifully. Then, halfway up a hill, there was a sudden stoppage, and, do what he would, the driver could not induce the car to move.
Said the customer: "A jolly good thing I insisted on a trial."
Very red in the face, the chairman left the car, went to the front and lifted the bonnet to see what was the matter. "Holy smoke!" he exclaimed. "She's got no engine in her. She's run two miles on nothing but her reputation."
REST CURE
I wish I was a little rock
On top of yonder hill
A doin' nothin' all day long
But just a settin' still.
I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep