The fellow who roomed with Amy last year got so he couldn't make himself understood in this country and had to go to Japan." "China," corrected Amy, "China, the Land of the Chink and the chop-stick." "There he goes!" moaned Still.
"What I haven't heard explained yet," said Steve Edwards, "is what's happened to Amy's glad socks.

Why the sobriety, Amy ?" "Wouldst hear the sweet, sad story ?" "Wouldst." "Then give me your kind attention and I willst a tale unfold.

You see, it's like this.

Clint there can tell you that just the other day I was a thing of beauty.

My slender ankles were sheer and silken delights.
But--and here's the weepy place, fellows--when I disrobed I discovered that the warmth of the weather had affected the dye in those gladsome garments and my little footies were like unto the edible purple beet of commerce.