I don't know whether it made any of the other fellows particularly lively, but I know that on such occasions was the only time I ever managed to get any sleep.
There were very few outsiders who attended, because the "racket" usually partook very much of the chief trait of the hostess.
Once, when she was making preparations for one of these soul-stirring affairs, she says to me:
"I'd like to give my guests a pleasant surprise. Something distinctly original."
I thought a moment and then says:
"Madam, countermand the invitations."
That woman was the meanest thing in the form of a human being I ever struck.
No, I'm wrong; for meanness I give the palm to a certain car driver.
Once, when I was a kid, I footed it out to a resort near my home.