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Now it happens that in America a man who goes up hanging to a Balloon is a Professor.
One day a Professor, preparing to make a Grand Ascension, was sorely pestered by Spectators of the Yellow-Hammer Variety, who fell over the Stay-Ropes or crowded up close to the Balloon to ask Fool Questions. They wanted to know how fur up he Calkilated to go and was he Afeerd and how often had he did it. The Professor answered them in the Surly Manner peculiar to Showmen accustomed to meet a WebFoot Population. On the Q.T. the Prof. had Troubles of his own. He was expected to drop in at a Bank on the following Day and take up a Note for 100 Plunks. The Ascension meant 50 to him, but how to Corral the other 50? That was the Hard One.
This question was in his Mind as he took hold of the Trapeze Bar and signaled the Farm Hands to let go. As he trailed Skyward beneath the buoyant silken Bag he hung by his Knees and waved a glad Adieu to the Mob of Inquisitive Yeomen. A Sense of Relief came to him as he saw the Crowd sink away in the Distance.
Hanging by one Toe, and with his right Palm pressed to his Eyes, he said: “Now that I am Alone, let me Think, let me Think.”
There in the Vast Silence He Thought.
Presently he gave a sigh of Relief.
“I will go to my Wife’s Brother and make a Quick Touch,” he said. “If he refuses to Unbelt I will threaten to tell his Wife of the bracelet he bought in Louisville.”
Having reached this Happy Conclusion, he loosened the Parachute and quickly descended to the Earth.
Moral: Avoid Crowds.
The Fable of the Professor Who Wanted to be Alone – Fables in Slang