The young man applied to the manager of the entertainment museum for employment  as a freak, and the following dialogue occurred:

     "Who are you?"

     "I am Enoch, the egg king."

     "What is your specialty?"

     "I eat three dozen hen's eggs, two dozen duck eggs, and one dozen goose eggs, at a single setting."

    "Do you know our program?"

    "What is it?"

     "We give four shows every day."

     "Oh, yes, I understand that."

     "And do you think you can do it?"

     "I know I can."

     "On Saturdays we give six shows."

     "All right."

     "On holidays we usually give a performance every hour."

     And now, at last, the young man showed signs of doubt.

     "In that case, I must have one thing understood before I'd be willing to sign the contract."

     "What?"

     "No matter what the rush of business is in the show, you've got to give me time to go to the hotel to eat my regular meals."

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     Daniel Webster was the guest at dinner of a solicitous hostess who insisted rather annoyingly that he was eating nothing at all, that he had no appetite, that he was not making out a meal.  Finally, Webster wearied of her hospitable chatter, and addressed her in his most ponderous senatorial manner:

     "Madam, permit me to assure you that I sometimes eat more that at other times, but never less."

     It was shortly after Thanksgiving Day that someone asked the little boy to define the word appetite.  His reply was prompt and enthusiastic:

     "When you're eating you're 'appy; and when you get through you're tight --that's appetite!"