That is, in a beauty show, the prizes wouldn't be rushing in my
direction.
And yet for years I did cherish the fond belief that my face had the
stamp of honesty and rectitude upon it.
Alas! I'm not so positive now.
To tell the plain, unvarnished truth, I begin to fear this business of
talking on humorous subjects is beginning to leave its effect upon my
frank countenance.
This is how I know.
I had engaged to do a stunt in a certain town down among the North
Carolina pines.
Come to find out, there was no way of getting there except by means of a
stagecoach, just as in olden days.