Happy are we met, Happy have we been,
Happy may we part, and Happy meet again.
A dear old citizen went to the cars the other day to see his
daughter off on a journey. Securing her a seat he passed out of the
car and went around to the car window to say a last parting word.
While he was leaving the car the daughter crossed the aisle to
speak to a friend, and at the same time a grim old maid took the
seat and moved up to the window.
Unaware of the change the old gentleman hurriedly put his head
up to the window and said: "One more kiss, pet."
In another instant the point of a cotton umbrella was thrust
from the window, followed by the wrathful injunction: "Scat, you
"I am going to make my farewell tour in Shakespeare. What shall
be the play? Hamlet? Macbeth?"
"This is your sixth farewell tour, I believe."
"I would suggest 'Much Adieu About Nothing'."
For in that word—that fatal