hicago sandwich, was too much.

"See here," says the stomach, holding up a piece of the iron lid of the
sandwich so the liver could see it, "what kind of a junk shop does he
take this place for?"

The liver got the floor and suggested that the stomach was making
a terrible fuss about a little thing, and told the stomach it had
evidently forgotten the good things that had been sent down from above
in times gone by.

"You seem to forget," says the liver, becoming warmed up, "the banquets
the boss never fails to attend, the nice dinners he sometimes gets at
home, and the wild canvas-back duck he sends down when he goes to
Lake Koshkonong, as well as the Palmer House dinners that occasionally
surprise us. I move that the stomach be reprimanded for kicking and
trying to get up a muss, and that this meeting adjourn and we all go
about our business."

The stomach tried to get in a word edgewise, but it was of no use, and
the thing was about to break up in a row, when we went to sleep in one
of the elegant Michigan Central sleepers, and in the morning the stomach
was coaxing for something more, and didn't seem to care what it was.

No young man should ever take two girls to a picnic. We don't care how
attractive the girls are, or how enterprising a boy is, or how expansive
or far-reaching a mind he has, he cannot do justice to the subject if he
has two girls. There will be a clashing of interests that no young
boy in his goslinghood, as most boys are when they take two girls to a
picnic, has the diplomacy to prevent.

If we start the youth of the land out right in the first place, they
will be all right, but if they start out by taking two girls to a picnic
their whole lives are liable to become acidulated, and they will grow up
hating themselves.

If a young man is good natured and tries to do the fair thing, and a
picnic is got up, there is always some old back number of a girl who has
no fellow who wants to go, and the boys, after they all get girls and
buggies engaged, will canvass among themselves to see who will take this
extra girl, and it always falls to this good natured young man. He says
of course there is room for three in the buggy.

Sometimes he thinks maybe this old girl can be utilized to drive the
horse, and then he can converse with his own sweet girl with both hands,
but in such a moment as ye think not he finds that the extra girl is
afraid of horses, dare not drive, and really requires some holding