Olʹlapod

An apothecary, always trying to say a witty thing, and looking for wit in the conversation of others. When he finds anything which he can construe into “point” he says, “Thank you, good sir; I owe you one.” He had a military taste, and was appointed “cornet in the volunteer association of cavalry” of his own town. (G. Colman: The Poor Gentleman.)

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