01Oct08

An Englishman who had been visiting a Kentucky Colonel living in New York City decided to go to Virginia to spend the winter. After he had been away for a couple of weeks he wrote enthusiastically to his southern friend in New York: "Oh, I say, old top, you never told me that the South ws anything like I've found it, and so different to the North. Why, man, it's God's country!"

The Colonel, a voluntary exile from Kentucky, promptly wired back:

"Of course it is. You didn't suppose God was a Yankee, did you?"

We do not usually reckon a woman's fist flirtation until she has had a second---La Rochefoucauld