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This Sabbath I stayed in the boarding house of Widow Carey and I ground my teeth and ruined my temper all afternoon, trying to write letters with a stylographic pen. A stylograph is a great boon. My experience is that you can put ink on anything with it, except the paper you are writing on. I got ink on my fingers, my face, and my collar, the back of my neck, the carpet, the ceiling, and the side of the house. And I don't think I got any anywhere else. The Advertisements of the Boston Economy Company led me into my stylograph investment, and I think the Boston Economy Company owes me $3. I do not know what my kind hostess will think when she trails me around her pleasant home by the ink stains. She must be charitable, and charge it to the stylograph. |
 Before Mark Twain became famous as a humorist there was Artemas Ward. |