Appetite

The young man applied to the manager of the entertainment museum for

employment as a freak, and the following dialogue occurred:



"Who are you?"



"I am Enoch, the egg king."



"What is your specialty?"



"I eat three dozen hen's eggs, two dozen duck eggs, and one dozen goose

eggs, at a single setting."



"Do you know our program?"

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"What is it?"



"We give four shows every day."



"Oh, yes, I understand that."



"And do you think you can do it?"



"I know I can."



"On Saturdays we give six shows."



"All right."



"On holidays we usually give a performance every hour."



And now, at last, the young man showed signs of doubt.



"In that case, I must have one thing understood before I'd be willing to

sign a contract."



"What?"



"No matter what the rush of business is in the show, you've got to give

me time to go to the hotel to eat my regular meals."



* * *



Daniel Webster was the guest at dinner of a solicitous hostess who

insisted rather annoyingly that he was eating nothing at all, that he

had no appetite, that he was not making out a meal. Finally, Webster

wearied of her hospitable chatter, and addressed her in his most

ponderous senatorial manner:



"Madam, permit me to assure you that I sometimes eat more than at other

times, but never less."



* * *



It was shortly after Thanksgiving Day that someone asked the little boy

to define the word appetite. His reply was prompt and enthusiastic:



"When you're eating you're 'appy; and when you get through you're

tight--that's appetite!"