'"
"Here's poetic justice for you. One of these oil-stock promoters
married a woman for her money."
"Yes?"
"Only to discover that she had invested it all in his oil stock."
"I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and munched like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy--I fought it;
I hurled my youth into the grave.
"I wanted the gold and I got it--
Came out with a fortune last fall--
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all."
--_George Matthew Adams_.
"Mamma," said the Young Thing, "I want you to stop forcing me into Mr.
Gottit's company all the time. People are talking."
"But, my dear," protested the Solicitous Lady, "he is a wonderful
catch!"
"He may be, Mamma, but if you keep on thinking you are pitcher, he'll
get onto your curves and throw the game."
EDITH--"I think Jack is horrid. I asked him if he had to choose
between me and a million which he would take, and he said the
million."
MARIE--"That's all right. He knew if he had the million you'd be
easy,"
FOUNTAIN PENS
"Why do they call 'em fountain pens? I should say reservoir pen would
be the better name. A reservoir contains liquids; a fountain throws
'em around.
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