"Yes," he answered, glancing towards his daughter at the piano. "I'm played out."
Of the heroine in one of the latest sensational novels it is said: "Her eyes chained him to the spit." She must have been links-eyed.
"Do I bore you?" asked the mosquito, politely, as he sunk a half-inch shaft into the man's leg.
"Not at all," replied the man, squashing him with a book. "How do I strike you?"
"How did that fight between the bridge tenders end?"
"It was fought to a draw—and they both fell in!"