When a political stump speaker, from the wild and windy West, after a
very high-falutin flight of oratory paused to gulp down two tumblers of
ice-water, old Hayseed arose in one of the front benches and called out:
"Well, I'll be durned if this hain't the fust time I ever see a windmill
run by water."
Which goes well with what we read of a newly elected senator. He was
pounding his desk and waving his arms in an impassioned appeal to the
Senate.
"What do you think of him?" whispered Senator K----, of New Jersey, to
the impassive Senator K----, of Pennsylvania.
"Oh, he can't help it," answered K----. "It's a birth mark."
"A--what?"
"A birth mark," repeated K----. "His mother was scared by a windmill."