Men who never laff, may have good hearts, but they are deep
seated,--like sum springs, they hav their inlet and outlet from below,
and show no sparkling bubble on the brim.
I don't like a gigler, this kind ov laff iz like the dandylion, a feeble
yeller, and not a bit ov good smell about it.
It iz true that enny kind of a laff iz better than none,--but giv me the
laff that looks out ov a man's eyes fust, to see if the coast is clear,
then steals down into the dimple ov his cheek, and rides in an eddy
thare awhile, then waltzes a spell, at the korners ov his mouth, like a
thing ov life, then busts its bonds ov buty, and fills the air for a
moment with a shower ov silvery tongued sparks,--then steals bak, with a
smile, to its liar, in the harte, tew watch agin for its prey,--this is
the kind ov laff that i luv, and aint afrade ov.