The vanity of man

We’ve been thinking with kind fondness of the vainest man we ever saw. It was in PA at the end of a long show that the youngest child had the pleasure of smiling at a vain man whom other girls had obviously smiled at before. The youngest child smiled, he looked into her eyes and scowled such a scowl that would make any other girl burst into uncontrollable tears. Not so the youngest child, at his scowl her grin broadened until she was giggling; then she told the middle child and they both laughed heartily. The rest of the show was spent with bouts of giggles as the memory reoccurred.