One day an inspector of a New York tenement house found four families
living in one room, chalk lines having been drawn in such a manner as to
mark out a quarter for each family.
“How do you get along here?” inquired the inspector.
“Very well,” was the reply. “Only the man in the farthest corner keeps
boarders.”
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Some kind-hearted man of money moves the motion that Manhattan’s mackerel
munching macaroons be deported to Waikiki Beach to indulge in the popular
Hawaiian pastime of poi-eating.
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