"These Grahamites will never make their ends _meet_," said one. "You may _stake_ your reputation on that," said the other. "Mrs. ---- is a regular steamboat," said A. "Yes, I know it; she goes by steam----_self 'steam_," said B.----which was smart, but cutting! If, for instance, Miss Kettell was to be married, one would ask if she was a "_tin_" kettle, and another would "_go bail_" she was, and the next would say that "the larger the kettle the more tin it would have." "And the more _iron in (g)_, too!" some one would ejaculate. Then another would say that "after she was married there would be none of the _Kettle_ left," and the next wit would say, "And none of the '_tin_' either," and so the badinage would pass about. It made no difference what the subject was, it was always suggestive. If it was a dog, they would ask, "What kind of a _bark_ he had on him?" If it was a pump, "Is it _well_ with it?" If it was a shepherd, they would like to inquire "if he was not a _baa_-keeper?" and the first would reply that he would have to "ruminate" on it before he made his answer; and the second would hope his reply would be "_spirited_; if not he had better be _punched_ up." "Have you seen my umbrella?" asked one. "What sort of an umbrella was it?" was the inquiry. "It had a hooked end," said number one. "I have not seen it," was the reply, "but _I_ had a nice one once, and the end was _exactly_ like yours; it was _hooked!_" Passing a rosy-cheeked, unkempt boy, Miss--remarked to her friend, "Isn't he a little honey?" "Yes," she replied, struck by his traits, "honey without a _comb!_" "Do you not think Miss B. is beautiful? She bows to perfection." "Yes; but she hasn't bowed to me. Has she to _you?_" "Who are those girls out in the boat with the old man?" (The name of the boat was "the Dart.") "Why, his _darters_, of course," was the reply. And how could any one do differently when the great Archon himself was first and foremost in the fray, poking fun at all? "Don't do that," he said one day to me when I put something unusual in the swine's mess, "the hogs will all _die_ after it!" with a most serious look on his pleasant face. In my seat at the table, looking down the hall to where the Archon was, I saw him full of frolic, and oftentimes wondered what he could joke so much about. There was one occasion when he quoted Watts in a comical way to an offending member which brought him to terms. It was at the Eyry. There was a meeting of the Industrial Council. It was necessary to have a quorum to pass certain important votes, and one of the members, being a trifle weary of business, had stepped out to converse with a friend in the vestibule. After a while, hearing some one coming, he slipped behind the vestibule door. It was the "Archon," who came for the member to make a quorum. Presently, discovering his retreat, he hailed him--as he remembered it--thus:--