I am entirely flabbed. So I go to Carnegie Library of them Colledge to see by quiet look how many of them student was improving inside of skulls by books. And there what see? Three Japanese students setting in bench for lonesome company. One of them was studying “Antique War Map of Battle of Marathon.” Other was taking light chew from “Co-tangent Theory about Circular Orbits,” and other one was trying to translate works of James Whatcome Riley into Japanese.
I sneak silently out with mollycuddle feelings of instep.
Sydney Katsu say-so that game of Golluf are called “sport of kings.” Therefore if any private gentleman wishes to become a king or something in America he must go to meadows and learn how-play this peculiar knocking game. When Hon. Rockefeller lernt it he became a Oil King & still continues to exercise.
Before Hon. Roosevelt decided to appoint Hon. Taft to be King of America he-say him: “Hon. Bill, what kind of a athlete are you, please?”
“I are a very distinguished trot,” narrate Wm. “I have become noted by running from places to places.”
“These U. S. won’t not stand no more fat heroes,” say Hon. Roosevelt. “What possibly good it do you to have newspaper print say ‘Hon. Taft spend 24 hours daily at desk?’ Small or less. But have war correspondent say ‘Hon. Taft spend 24 hours daily tearing teeth out of wild bulls’ and you will be called upon by 1,000 photographers & Frederick Remington.”
Hon. Taft set silently eating fattening cigars.
“When you are training to be a king,” say Hon. Theo, “you must exercise to develop considerable chest.”
“I have a developed chest already,” snuggest Hon. Taft, drawing his belt close around.