The fourth meeting occurred in a cafe, and he of the soprano voice waltzed up to the disgusted actor’s table.
“Do you know,” he said, “we have met three times and you weally haven’t noticed me?” Then with a sibilant lisp in a high C that nobody in the cafe could miss, he gave the actor three little dabs on the shoulder and squeaked, “Proudie! Proudie! Proudie!”
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Parlor Story
One day an inspector of a New York tenement house found four families living in one room, chalk lines having been drawn in such a manner as to mark out a quarter for each family.
“How do you get along here?” inquired the inspector.
“Very well,” was the reply. “Only the man in the farthest corner keeps boarders.”
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Some kind-hearted man of money moves the motion that Manhattan’s mackerel munching macaroons be deported to Waikiki Beach to indulge in the popular Hawaiian pastime of poi-eating.