He was so smiling and happy after that, that I could not refrain from asking him how he could possibly be so comfortable with a crushed foot.
"Well," said he, "I hadn't had a drink for twelve hours, and hadn't a cent to my name.

I was most perishing--and so, when that duffer dropped that hundred-pounder on my foot, I see my chance.

Got a cork leg, you know!" and he pulled up his pantaloons and proved it.
He was as drunk as a lord all day long, and full of chucklings over his timely ingenuity.
One drunken man necessarily reminds one of another.

I once heard a gentleman tell about an incident which he witnessed in a Californian bar-room.

He entitled it "Ye Modest Man Taketh a Drink." It was nothing but a bit of acting, but it seemed to me a perfect rendering, and worthy of Toodles himself.