drowned without saying so. . . . like jokes that don't have all the joke in the words."
"You put your finger on the point, President Sahib," remarked Daddy from the Club armchair, "and sum up a whole treatise on humour-by-implication. . . . Most learned President! A Daniel come to judgment."
"Don't be a Funny-Dog, Daddy," besought the flattered President.
"We nearly played 'Judgment' the other morning," put in the Vice, who was less bored by Literary meetings than might have been expected. There were always the Fairy Tales, and Daddy's lurid stories, and the better sorts of Tosh, not to mention the joy of hearing Mummy recite or read, or, best of all, say her own poetry.
"This is the story," quoth Buster, "of two other Wise Men of Gotham famous as not having gone to sea in a bowl. They were, in their student days, the Wisest Men In the University of Dantzig, and were very fond of doing so."
"Doing what?" inquired Boodle.
"Dantzig," replied Buster. "I have a cold in by dose. They spent most of their time, even in extreme old age. In Dantzig."
