Jiglets: A series of sidesplitting gyrations reeled off—. Jones Walter

sore."

      Say, the other night I was coming down from Yonkers in a trolley car.

      No, I wasn't loaded. Do you think every fellow who goes to Yonkers, has to get loaded to drown his sorrow? No, I was quite sober.

      One fellow got up in a hurry to leave and brought up plump against a stunning Fire-Island Cinnamon-Bear blond, on the platform.

      "It's a wonder you wouldn't be careful," says she of the red cranium.

      "I am," says he, "but I was dazzled by your head-light."

      The ruddy complexioned damsel came in and sat beside me.

      In the natural course of events we got to talking and swapped childhood memories.

      She told me that she was married, but didn't live with her husband.

      "In that case," says I, "you must be a grass widow."