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The result is ghastly。 The lecturer steps up。 on to the platform alone and unaccompanied。 There is a feeble ripple of applause； he makes his miserable bow and explains with as much enthusiasm as he can who he is。 The atmosphere of the thing is so cold that an 'Arctic expedition isn't in it with it。 I found also the further difficulty that in the absence of the chairman very often the audience； or a large part of it； doesn't know who the lecturer is。 On many occasions I received on appearing a wild burst of applause under the impression that I was somebody else。 I have been mistaken in this way for Mr。 Briand； then Prime Minister of France； for Charlie Chaplin； for Mrs。 Asquith；but stop； I may get into a libel suit。 All I mean is that without a chairman 〃we celebrities〃 get terribly mixed up together。
To one experience of my tour as a lecturer I shall always be able to look back with satisfaction。 I nearly had the pleasure of killing a man with laughing： and this in the most literal sense。 American lecturers have often dreamed of doing this。 I nearly did it。 The man in question was a comfortable apoplectic…looking man with the kind of merry rubicund face that is seen in countries where they don't have prohibition。 He was seated near the back of the hall and was laughing uproariously。 All of a sudden I realised that something was happening。 The man had collapsed sideways on to the floor； a little group of men gathered about him； they lifted him up and I could see them carrying him out； a silent and inert mass。 As in duty bound I went right on with my lecture。 But my heart beat high with satisfaction。 I was sure that I had killed him。 The reader may judge how high these hopes rose when a moment or two later a note was handed to the chairman who then asked me to pause for a moment in my lecture and stood up and asked； 〃Is there a doctor in the audience？〃 A doctor rose and silently went out。 The lecture continued； but there was no more laughter； my aim had now become to kill another of them and they knew it。 They were aware that if they started laughing they might die。 In a few minutes a second note was handed to the chairman。 He announced very gravely； 〃A second doctor is wanted。〃 The lecture went on in deeper silence than ever。 All the audience were waiting for a third announcement。 It came。 A new message was handed to the chairman。 He rose and said； 〃If Mr。 Murchison； the undertaker； is in the audience； will he kindly step outside。〃
That man； I regret to say； got well。
Disappointing though it is to read it； he recovered。 I sent back next morning from London a telegram of enquiry （I did it in reality so as to have a proper proof of his death） and received the answer； 〃Patient doing well； is sitting up in bed and reading Lord Haldane's Relativity； no danger of relapse。〃
X。Have the English any Sense of Humour？
It was understood that the main object of my trip to England was to find out whether the British people have any sense of humour。 No doubt the Geographical Society had this investigation in mind in not paying my expenses。 Certainly on my return I was at once assailed with the question on all sides； 〃Have they got a sense of humour？ Even if it is only a rudimentary sense； have they got it or have they not？〃 I propose therefore to address myself to the answer to this question。
A peculiar interest always attaches to humour。 There is no quality of the human mind about which its possessor is more sensitive than the sense of humour。 A man will freely confess that he has no ear for music； or no taste for fiction； or even no interest in religion。 But I have yet to see the man who announces that he has no sense of humour。 In point of fact； every man is apt to think himself possessed of an exceptional gift in this direction； and that even if his humour does not express itself in the power either to make a joke or to laugh at one； it none the less consists in a peculiar insight or inner light superior to that of other people。
The same thing is true of nations。 Each thinks its own humour of an entirely superior kind； and either refuses to admit； or admits reluctantly； the humorous quality of other peoples。 The Englishman may credit the Frenchman with a certain light effervescence of mind which he neither emulates nor envies； the Frenchman may acknowledge that English literature shows here and there a sort of heavy playfulness； but neither of them would consider that the humour of the other nation could stand a moment's comparison with his own。
Yet； oddly enough； American humour stands as a conspicuous exception to this general rule。 A certain vogue clings to it。 Ever since the spacious days of Artemus Ward and Mark Twain it has enjoyed an extraordinary reputation； and this not only on our own continent； but in England。 It was in a sense the English who 〃discovered〃 Mark Twain； I mean it was they who first clearly recognised him as a man of letters of the foremost rank； at a time when academic Boston still tried to explain him away as a mere comic man of the West。 In the same way Artemus Ward is still held in affectionate remembrance in London； and； of the later generation； Mr。 Dooley at least is a household word。
This is so much the case that a sort of legend has grown around American humour。 It is presumed to be a superior article and to enjoy the same kind of pre…eminence as French cooking； the Russian ballet； and Italian organ grinding。 With this goes the converse supposition that the British people are inferior in humour； that a joke reaches them only with great difficulty； and that a British audience listens to humour in gloomy and unintelligent silence。 Peoplc still love to repeat the famous story of how John Bright listened attentively to Artemus Ward's lecture in London and then said； gravely； that he 〃doubted many of the young man's statements〃； and readers still remember Mark Twain's famous parody of the discussion of his book by a wooden…headed reviewer of an English review。
But the legend in reality is only a legend。 If the English are inferior to Americans in humour； I； for one； am at a loss to see where it comes in。 If there is anything on our continent superior in humour to Punch I should like to see it。 If we have any more humorous writers in our midst than E。 V。 Lucas and Charles Graves and Owen Seaman I should like to read what they write； and if there is any audience capable of more laughter and more generous appreciation than an audience in London； or Bristol； or Aberdeen； I should like to lecture to it。
During my voyage of discovery in Great Britain I had very exceptional opportunities for testing the truth of these comparisons。 It was my good fortune to appear as an avowed humourist in all the great British cities。 I lectured as far north as Aberdeen and as far south as Brighton and Bournemouth； I travelled eastward to Ipswich and westward into Wales。 I spoke on serious subjects； but with a joke or two in loco； at the universities； at business gatherings； and at London dinners； I watched； lost in admiration； the inspired merriment of the Savages of Adelphi Terrace； and in my moments of leisure I observed； with a scientific eye； the gaieties of the London revues。 As a result of