A horse and buggy just went past.
—Roland D. Johnson.
An English novelist took his first look at Broadway aflame with light. He read the flashing and leaping signs and said: "How much more wonderful it would be for a man who couldn't read."
UNCLE EZRA—"Eph Hoskins must have had some time down in New York."
UNCLE EBEN—"Yep. Reckon he traveled a mighty swift pace. Eph's wife said that when Eph got back and went into his room he looked at the bed, kicked it, and said, 'What's that darn thing for?"—Judge.
After Mark Twain had been in New York for five years, he wrote to his folks back home that he was the loneliest man in the world!
"What!" exclaimed his people, "in New York and lonely!"