Did you ever pitch quoits?
that is the idea.

The practice of recklessly heaving immense solid bouquets, of the general size and weight of prize cabbages, from the dizzy altitude of the galleries, is dangerous and very reprehensible.

Now, night before last, at the Academy of Music, just after Signorina ____ had finished that exquisite melody, "The Last Rose of Summer," one of these floral pile-drivers came cleaving down through the atmosphere of applause, and if she hadn't deployed suddenly to the right, it would have driven her into the floor like a shinglenail.

Of course that bouquet was well meant; but how would you like to have been the target?
A sincere compliment is always grateful to a lady, so long as you don't try to knock her down with it.
"YOUNG MOTHER."-- And so you think a baby is a thing of beauty and a joy forever?
Well, the idea is pleasing, but not original; every cow thinks the same of its own calf.

Perhaps the cow may not think it so elegantly, but still she thinks it nevertheless.