“W’at’ll de rab’its do w’en de pile am burnin’?” ¶ “Dey’ll jes hippity, skippity, an’ git hout, an’ now min’ I w’at tell yer,” replied the old negro.

When NBC licensed his reruns to the Arts & Entertainment cable network without consulting him, he was incensed. It was a rinky-dink deal, says a source.

Of this chicken-water it is very proper to drink a small bason-full at a time, during the operation of the Powder, and more especially if the patient be sick.

So how does this story end?