"Then you skitter (listen) to what I'm going to say. Justice is arter you. She hit your trail way back ten years ago, and she's followin' right along. She moves slow but suah. She's gittin very clus to your vest buckle, and when she reaches out fur ye it will be good-by, Tom Andrews. You kin go loose, but it's only fur a leedle while. Justice is givin' ye mo' rope so that the bringin' up will be harder. Git out of yere and lumber yer carcass off hum, and if I was the plaintiff I'd cut across lots and meet ye down by the creek and lick the value of that hog outer yer wrinkled hide. Court stands a-journed."
—Detroit Free Press.
Travis—What! going into the Adirondacks without a guide?
DeSmith—Of course. Do you suppose a man who has trotted around Boston for five years is going to lose his way in the Adirondacks? Not much!
—Burlington Free Press.
There is a demand among theatrical people for "protection for American actors." How would an egg-intercepting screen at the front of the stage do?
—Philadelphia Times.