A PUGILIST met the Moral Sentiment of the Community, who was
carrying a hat-box. 'What have you in the hat-box, my friend?'
inquired the Pugilist.
'A new frown,' was the answer. 'I am bringing it from the frownery
- the one over there with the gilded steeple.'
'And what are you going to do with the nice new frown?' the
Pugilist asked.
'Put down pugilism - if I have to wear it night and day,' said the
Moral Sentiment of the Community, sternly.
'That's right,' said the Pugilist, 'that is right, my good friend;
if pugilism had been put down yesterday, I wouldn't have this kind
of Nose to-day. I had a rattling hot fight last evening with - '
'Is that so?' cried the Moral Sentiment of the Community, with
sudden animation. 'Which licked? Sit down here on the hat-box and
tell me all about it!'
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