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It is not natural to be funny in print or even to try to be funny in print-regularly once a day or once a week over a period of years, I háve emphasized in print' because being funny in print is being funny the hard way. As most humour, as distinct from what, is pictorial in the sense that you laugh at a picture, either drawn with brush for portrait and ink or crayon, or painted with a words, it is obvious that the f always has an enormous advantage over the funny artist writer. The artist sees a funny picture with his inner eye and draws it for all to see at a glance. Sometimes he will help it along with a short option. But the comic writer must present his picture to you with carefully chosen words, leading you up to his point with cunning devices and suddenly revealing the whole scene to you in a moment.
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Of course, the comedian, or vocal comic, has an advant age over both. He can make his audience laugh at spoken lines which would mean nothing to them in print. He also faces an audience which is in a mood to laugh, and wants to where as the comic writer or artist in a newspaper normally faces his audience in the morning when most sane people are in a serious mood. Or the audience may have to be faced when it is sick or sorrowful, petulant or even half This constant vision of a laugh-resisting mad with rage hr labour of stringing sentences together, audience, plus using exactly the right words in exactly the right order, has formed the conclusion in my mind that humorous writing is the .hardest work in the world, When I have finished one colomn I must begin thinking of the next. I search all the newspapers and some of the magazines for silly little items or letters to the editor likely to prove a subject for comment read all the leaders, parliament reports and all the I articles that look 80 dull and solemn, because it is often in
solemn pieces that you find the silliest things.
It was, by this time, within an hour of noon, and although a dense vapour still enveloped the city they had left, as if the very breath of its busy people hung over their schemes of gain and profit and found greater attraction there than in the quiet region above, in the open country it was mostly clear and fair. Occasionally, in some low spots they came upon patches of mist which the sun had not yet driven from their strongholds; but these were soon passed, and as they Taboured up the hills beyond, it was pleasant to look đown and state how the slus day. ing influence of before the cheering night of summer, ass rifled heavily off, A broad, fine honest sun up the green pastures and dimpled water, with the it left the travellers all the in vigorating freshness of that early time of year. The ground seemed elastic under their feet; the sheep-bells were music to their cars; and exhilarated by exercise, and stimulated by
hope, they pushed onward with the strength of lions. The day wore on, and all these bright colours subsided,
and assumed a quieter tint, like young hopes softened down by time, or youthful features by degrees resolving into the calm and serenity of age. But they were scarcely less beauti ful in their slow decline, than they had their prime; for nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
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To Godalming they camo at last, and here they bar gained for two humble beds, and slept soundly. in the
morning they were astir, though not quite so early as the sun, and again afoot, if not with all the freshnessof yesterday, still, with enough of hope and spirit to bear them cheerily on. It was a harder day's journey than yesterday's, for there were long and weary hills to dimb; and in journeys, as in life, it is a great deal casier to go down hill than up. How ever, they kept on, with unabated perseverance, and the hill has not yet lifted its face to ficaven that perseverance will not gain the summit of at last