Risk It.

Mr. Palmer's was an extraordinarily interesting address at the meeting which the Nat. Hist. Soc. arranged. So far this year this maligned body has held a field expedition, a dance, and some meetings—which have all been excellent entertainment, and sometimes more than that. Anybody from the main building who has a scientific kink would do well to risk the forbidding atmosphere of the Science Wing to pay the Nat. Hist. Soc.'s affairs a visit.

Judge: who was driving when you collided with that car?

Drunk (triumphantly): None of us; we were all in the back seat.