Oh, Lord! but I'm hungry.

Scott, are you going to take all those sausages and muffins, you bespectacled ruffian! Kathleen, heave a plate at him!" Kathleen was too scandalised to reply; Scott surrendered the desired muffins, and sorted the morning mail, which had just been brought in.
"Nothing for you, Sis, except bills; one letter for Duane, two for Kathleen, and the rest for me"-- he examined the envelopes--"all from brother correspondents and eager aspirants for entomological honours....
Here's your letter, Duane!" scaling it across the table in spite of Kathleen's protest.
They had the grace to ask each other's permission to read.
"Oh, listen to this!" exclaimed Scott gleefully: "DEAR SIR: Your name has been presented to the Grand Council which has decided that you are eligible for membership in the International Entomological Society of East Orange, N.J., and you have, therefore, been unanimously elected.
"Have the kindness to inform me of your acceptance and inclose your check for $25, which includes your dues for five years and a free subscription to the society's monthly magazine, _The Fly-Paper_----" "Scott, don't do it.

You get one of those kind of things every day!" exclaimed Geraldine.

"They only want your $25, anyway." "It's an innocent recreation," grinned Duane.

"Why not let Scott append to his signature--'M.I.E.S.E.O.N.J.'-- Member International Entomological Society, East Orange, New Jersey.