The papers all around here are saying that I have a new Sunday Lecture,
with a bad title. The way of it was this. A man in a neighboring city
telegraphed me to know if I would deliver a "Sunday Lecture," and telling
me to choose my subject, and answer by telegraph. I thought it was some
joke of the boys. The idea of me delivering a Sunday lecture was
ridiculous, so, in a moment of thoughtlessness I telegraphed back, "What
in the d---- do you take me for?" I supposed that that would be enough to
inform the man that I was not in the business. What do you suppose he did?
He telegraphed back to me as follows: "All right. We have advertised you
for Sunday. Subject, 'What the d---- do you take me for.'" You can judge
something of my surprise and indignation.
That is how it was.