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 pugili** - 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 pugili** 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!"
