"Nawthin' but the tied goin' out."
Oh, the sadness of her sadness when she's sad!
Oh, the gladness of her gladness when she's glad!
But the sadness of her sadness,
And the gladness of her gladness,
Are nothing to her madness when she's mad!
"Is it raining, girls?"
"No," broke in Cumso; "only cats and dogs."
Waiter—I've got liver, calf's brains, pig's feet—
Guest—Hold up there! I don't want a description of your physical peculiarities. What have you got to eat is what I want to know.