"I want to change my password," said the man who had for two years rented a safety-deposit box.
"Very well," replied the man in charge. "What is the old one?"
"And what do you wish the new one to be?"
"Mabel. Gladys has gone to Reno."
Senator Tillman not long ago piloted a plain farmer-constituent around the Capitol for a while, and then, having some work to do on the floor, conducted him to the Senate gallery.
After an hour or so the visitor approached a gallery door-keeper and said: "My name is Swate. I am a friend of Senator Tillman. He brought me here and I want to go out and look around a bit. I though I would tell you so I can get back in."
"That's all right," said the doorkeeper, "but I may not be here when you return. In order to prevent any mistake I will give you the password so you can get your seat again."
Swate's eyes rather popped out at this. "What's the word?" he asked.
"I guess I'll stay in," said Swate.