I have seen a gentleman fingering the shoestrings of a lady. How glad he was to serve again, when she said, “That’s too tight!”
Shall my uncle fill such a part?
Poor uncle!
Old company, however, isn’t style.
He is forty-five.
Why can I not choose one to hire from among the “bully” young men loitering around a cigar-stand?
5th—My uncle was going out in a black frock-coat and tea-coloured trousers. I insisted that his coat and trousers didn’t match.
How can a man be so ridiculous?
I declared that it was as poor taste as for a darkey to wear a red ribbon in her smoky hair.
Uncle surrendered.