Mr. Milquetoast is asked by a Californian and a New Yorker if he is going to the World's Fair.

What! You haven't heard about Henry? Why he was the 19,583,691st person to enter gate four at the World's Fair! Mr. Whalen sent him his photograph!

After miles of walking at the fair, you finally arrive at home, kick off those hot, tight shoes, and spend the balance of the evening wriggling your grateful toes.

Hm - my dear, don't you think it might be safer if we didn't keep in step while crossing this bridge?

Mr. Milquetoast never likes to be seen looking at undraped statuary

The lady who came to the world's fair in a trailer

Mr. Milquetoast, a few minutes late for the curtain, misses the entire first act, rather than disturb the person next his aisle seat

Recognition from a master

Mr. Milquetoast writes at length to some market tipsters, giving them a list of his almost worthless stocks.

Whenever Mr. Milquetoast meets a friend at the steamer he imagines he is suspected of smuggling

The days when theatre passes grew on trees

Her first love, Richard Harding Davis' Van Bibber.

Astronomy in the Nineties

The Nazi prisoner who said New York had been bombed flat

No Loitering

The inspiration to become an autograph collector

Mr. Milquetoast, whose bank account shows a balance of $16.05, has been told that fear is largely responsible for our present condition

Mr. Milquetoast never feels quite so inferior as he does when passing one of those haughty show window dummies

When the girl of the gay nineties saw her first Gibson picture and realized that all men were not the snub nosed, freckled, gangling roughnecks she had become accustomed to in her own little town.