First Flapper. "THE CHEEK OF THAT CONDUCTOR! HE GLARED AT ME AS IF I HADN'T PAID ANY FARE."
Second Flapper. "AND WHAT DID YOU DO?"
First Flapper. "I JUST GLARED BACK AT HIM—AS IF I HAD!"
THE FRUIT MERCHANT.
"I feel regular down this morning, Sir," said Private Thomas Weeks, as I seated myself beside his bed; "regular down, I do."
It was such a very unusual greeting from this source that I said anxiously, "Not the leg gone wrong?"