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A Distinguished Advocate of Republican Inst.i.tutions was seen pickling his s.h.i.+ns in the ocean.
"Why don't you come out on dry land?" said the Spectator. "What are you in there for?"
"Sir," replied the Distinguished Advocate of Republican Inst.i.tutions, "a s.h.i.+p is expected, bearing His Majesty the King of the Fly-Speck Islands, and I wish to be the first to grasp the crowned hand."
"But," said the Spectator, "you said in your famous speech before the Society for the Prevention of the Protrusion of Nail Heads from Plank Sidewalks that Kings were blood-smeared oppressors and h.e.l.l-bound loafers."
"My dear sir," said the Distinguished Advocate of Republican Inst.i.tutions, without removing his eyes from the horizon, "you wander away into the strangest irrelevancies! I spoke of Kings in the abstract."
The Pugilist's Diet
The Trainer of a Pugilist consulted a Physician regarding the champion's diet.
"Beef-steaks are too tender," said the Physician; "have his meat cut from the neck of a bull."
"I thought the steaks more digestible," the Trainer explained.
"That is very true," said the Physician; "but they do not sufficiently exercise the chin."
The Old Man and the Pupil
A Beautiful Old Man, meeting a Sunday-school Pupil, laid his hand tenderly upon the lad's head, saying: "Listen, my son, to the words of the wise and heed the advice of the righteous."
"All right," said the Sunday-school Pupil; "go ahead."
"Oh, I haven't anything to do with it myself," said the Beautiful Old Man. "I am only observing one of the customs of the age. I am a pirate."
And when he had taken his hand from the lad's head, the latter observed that his hair was full of clotted blood. Then the Beautiful Old Man went his way, instructing other youth.
The Deceased and his Heirs
A Man died leaving a large estate and many sorrowful relations who claimed it. After some years, when all but one had had judgment given against them, that one was awarded the estate, which he asked his Attorney to have appraised.
"There is nothing to appraise," said the Attorney, pocketing his last fee.
"Then," said the Successful Claimant, "what good has all this litigation done me?"
"You have been a good client to me," the Attorney replied, gathering up his books and papers, "but I must say you betray a surprising ignorance of the purpose of litigation."
The Politicians and the Plunder
Several Political Ent.i.ties were dividing the spoils.
"I will take the management of the prisons," said a Decent Respect for Public Opinion, "and make a radical change."
"And I," said the Blotted Escutcheon, "will retain my present general connection with affairs, while my friend here, the Soiled Ermine, will remain in the Judiciary."
The Political Pot said it would not boil any more unless replenished from the Filthy Pool.
The Cohesive Power of Public Plunder quietly remarked that the two bosses would, he supposed, naturally be his share.
"No," said the Depth of Degradation, "they have already fallen to me."
The Man and the Wart
A Person with a Wart on His Nose met a Person Similarly Afflicted, and said:
"Let me propose your name for members.h.i.+p in the Imperial Order of Abnormal Proboscidians, of which I am the High n.o.ble Toby and Surrept.i.tious Treasurer. Two months ago I was the only member. One month ago there were two. To-day we number four Emperors of the Abnormal Proboscis in good standing--doubles every four weeks, see? That's geometrical progression--you know how that piles up. In a year and a half every man in California will have a wart on his Nose. Powerful Order! Initiation, five dollars."
"My friend," said the Person Similarly Afflicted, "here are five dollars.
Keep my name off your books."
"Thank you kindly," the Man with a Wart on His Nose replied, pocketing the money; "it is just the same to us as if you joined. Good-by."
He went away, but in a little while he was back.
"I quite forgot to mention the monthly dues," he said.
The Divided Delegation
A Delegation at Was.h.i.+ngton went to a New President, and said:
"Your Excellency, we are unable to agree upon a Favourite Son to represent us in your Cabinet."