"Don't let the July sun bake your intellects, or the first cool day that comes along will find you all filled with unavailing regrets.

Hasn't some one a choice as to what should be offered next ?" Still receiving no reply, he heaved a sigh, then added: "I see that we shall have to start action in some way.

Therefore we'll bring out something that is action personified, with grace mingled.

Bring out the ponies.

Gentlemen, I am now going to offer you your choice of eight of the handsomest ponies you ever-----" "But there are forty ponies and thirty-two good wagon horses," piped up a business man in the audience.
"There were," corrected the auctioneer, mournfully.