Oh, professor, she gushed, what are keats?
* * * * *
A pretty young lady went into a Fourth Avenue music shop the other day.
She tripped up to the counter, where a new clerk was busy, and in her
sweetest tones asked—
Have you “Kissed Me in the Moonlight”?
No! It must have been the man at the other counter. I’ve only been here a
week.
* * * * *
A tall, strong man walked into a shop.