After that, he never suffered any more pain—he died without a struggle.
Isn’t it strange the funny things a man will run into? Now I ran into a well-known comedian this morning. I got an awful bump, too—it cost me a V. Have you ever noticed that an actor whom nature has best fitted for comedy invariably wants to break into the legit., and vice versa?
Now, for instance, the man that I met this morning is doing comedy, while every one that knows him will tell you that he is at his best in “touching” scenes. He can get my testimonial any old time.
Do you know a woman can’t stand flattery? It’s a fact. Now I went home the other evening, and, seeing my wife so earnestly engaged with the housework I could not refrain from commenting on it. I said: “Why, my dear, you’re as busy as a bee”—and the next day she got all jollied up and broke out with the hives.
By E. P. Moran
