Ample Grounds for Complaint.—Finding the grounds of your coffee to consist of nothing but chicory.
A Smiling Countenance is "The happy mien."
Publisher (impatiently). "Well, sir, what is it?"
Poet (timidly). "O—er—are you Mr. Jobson?"
Publisher (irritably). "Yes."
Poet (more timidly). "Mr. George Jobson?"