What kind of essence does a young man like when he pops the question? Acquiescence.
Mashington—What's the matter with your clock? It's stopped.
Tailor—I never wind it up. I use it as a motto.
"What do you mean?"
"No tick here."
The hawk was dozing. "You look," said the jay, from a safe distance, "as if you were full."
"Well," the hawk admitted, "I have just been having a little lark that was a bird."