SHE DRIED UP
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The occupants of a Pullman sleeper were diligently trying to get some rest, but could not. There was a very thirsty woman in one of the berths who kept the whole car awake by her perpetual song of—“Oh, I am so dry. I am so dry. My, but I am dry. Dear me, what shall I do? I am so dry.”
“Hello, Porter!” at last sang out a gentleman across the way, “For Heaven’s sake give that woman some ice water, and plenty of it. I want to get some sleep.”
The Porter brought a glass of water. He brought a second glass. She drank them both—and took up her song afresh—
“My, but I was dry. I was so dry. I never was so dry in all my life. Dear me, but I was dry.”
“Oh, Great Scott, woman,” sang out the man across the way, “dry up, and let me sleep!”