By Jove, I believe she’s broken her rudder.
Oh, well, said the young girl, what does it matter? It’s under water, and
I’m sure nobody will notice it.
* * * * *
A sentimental novelist once wrote: Edwin then kissed Angelina under the
silent stars.
The compositor set it up thus:
Edwin then kicked Angelina under the cellar stairs.
* * * * *
Old Smith was busy in his back yard with saw and hatchet while his wife
nursed a bad cold in the house, when a neighbor came to the fence.
Good mornin’, Mr. Smith, he said. How is Mrs. Smith this mornin’?
Just about the same, old Smith replied. She didn’t sleep very well last
night.
That’s too bad, the neighbor sympathized, and then, as a raucous sound
came from the house, he added solicitously: