Compliments


"Would you like a lock of my hair?" asked the gallant old bachelor of

the spinster who had been a belle a few decades past.



"Why don't you offer me the whole wig?" the maiden lady gibed, with a

titter.



The bachelor retorted with icy disdain:



"You are very biting, madam, considering that your teeth are porcelain."



* * *



The young man, dancing with the girl to whom he had just been

introduced, remarked with the best of intentions, but rather

unfortunately:



"That's the new waltz. My sister was raving about it. I think it's

pretty bad. I expect she danced it with somebody rather nice."



* * *



In former times, when royalties were more important, a lady at a court

ball was intensely gratified when a prince selected her as a partner.

She was almost overwhelmed with pride when he danced a second measure

with her.



"Oh," she gushed, as she reposed blissfully in his arms, "your highness

does me too great honor."



The prince answered coldly:



"But no, madam. Merely, my physician has directed me to perspire."



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