HONOR


In the smoking compartment of a Pullman, there were six men smoking and

reading. All of a sudden a door banged and the conductor's voice cried:



"All tickets, please!"



Then one of the men in the compartment leaped to his feet, scanned the

faces of the others and said, slowly and impressively:



"Gentlemen, I trust to your honor."



And he dived under the seat and remained there in a small, silent knot

till the conductor was safely gone.





Titles of honour add not to his worth,

Who is himself an honour to his titles.



--_John Ford_.



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