I'm really getting frightened, lest they permit me to perish from undistributed riches!" Mr.Vedder was still smiling.
"Oh," I said, warming up to my idea, "I'm a regular multimillionaire.
I've got so much wealth that I'm afraid I shall not be as fortunate as jolly Andy Carnegie, for I don't see how I can possibly die poor!" "Why not found a university or so ?" asked Mr.Vedder.
"Well, I had thought of that.

It's a good idea.

Let's join our forces and establish a university where truly serious people can take courses in laughter." "Fine idea!" exclaimed Mr.Vedder; "but wouldn't it require an enormous endowment to accommodate all the applicants?
You must remember that this is a very benighted and illiterate world, laughingly speaking." "It is, indeed," I said, "but you must remember that many people, for a long time, will be too serious to apply.

I wonder sometimes if any one ever learns to laugh really laugh much before he is forty." "But," said Mr.Vedder anxiously, "do you think such an institution would be accepted by the proletariat of the serious-minded ?" "Ah, that's the trouble," said I, "that's the trouble.

The proletariat doesn't appreciate what we are trying to do for them! They don't want your reading-rooms nor my Emerson and cucumbers.