New York restaurant advertises: “Pies like mother use to make before she took to bridge and cigarettes.”
When all the people were there, the Emperor asked the Nightingale to sing. Then the little gray Nightingale filled her throat full and sang. And, my dears, she sang so beautifully that the Emperor’s eyes filed up with tears! So he asked her to sing again, and this time she sang so marvelous that the tears came out of his eyes and ran down his cheek. That was a great success. They asked the little Nightingale to sing, over and over again, and when they had listened enough the Emperor said that she should be made “Singer in Chief to the Court.” She was to have a golden perch near the Emperor’s bed, and a little gold cage, and was to be allowed to go out twice every day. But there were twelve servants appointed to wait on her, and those twelve servants went with her every time she went out, and each of the twelve servants had hold of the end of a silken string which was tied to the little Nightingale’s leg! It was not so very much fun to go out that way!
For a long, long time the Nightinggale sang every evening to the Emperor and his court, and they liked her so much that the ladies all tried to sound like her; they used to put water in their mouths and then make little sounds like this: glu-glu-glug. And when the courtiers met each other in the halls, one would say “Night,” and the other would say “ingale,” and that was conversation.