"I don't know whether it is because she has eaten too many strawberries or because she wants more," replied the discouraged mother.
BANKS—"I had a new experience yesterday, one you might call unaccountable. I ate a hearty dinner, finishing up with a Welsh rabbit, a mince pie and some lobster à la Newburgh. Then I went to a place of amusement. I had hardly entered the building before everything swam before me."
BINKS—"The Welsh rabbit did it."
BUNKS—"No; it was the lobster."
BONKS—"I think it was the mince pie."
BANKS—"No; I have a simpler explanation than that. I never felt better in my life; I was at the Aquarium."—Judge.
Among a party of Bostonians who spent some time in a hunting-camp in Maine were two college professors. No sooner had the learned gentlemen arrived than their attention was attracted by the unusual position of the stove, which was set on posts about four feet high.
This circumstance afforded one of the professors immediate opportunity to comment upon the knowledge that woodsmen gain by observation.