The Moral Sentiment
The
Moral Sentiment
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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