"Umm... but yet now, at nearly six, I must trudge that mile pilgrimage Ames-ward." So I disembarked from my train of thought of the time and quit the beaker of boiling water babbling incoherently of escaping vapor and from the belching fumes that had been attempting to sky-hook my skull...
Sketch: Vol. 23
, Article 5.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol23/iss3/5