Once there was a Fellow who was foolish and had been told that he was a great man believed it, and got himself appointed a Commissioner to the Mentalasylum Exposition of Preserved Idiots.
At the first meeting of the Board he was
mistaken for one of the exhibits, and the
janitor was ordered to remove him to his
appropriate glass case.
"Alas!" he exclaimed as he was carried out, "why
was I not content to remain where the cut of my
forehead is so common as to be known as the
Pacific Slope?"