A member of the Lambs' Club had a reputation for lack of hospitality in the matter of buying drinks for others. On one occasion, two actors entered the bar, and found this fellow alone at the rail. They invited him to drink, and, as he accepted, he announced proudly:
"I'm writing my autobiography."
"With the accent on the 'bi'?" One of the newcomers suggested sarcastically.
"No," his friend corrected, "with the accent on the 'auto'."
