"Hey, have another, hic; ain't goin', hic, have one on me?" One or two
already in a pickled state appeared on the scene. I was little tired,
and going out to the porch, was looking at the old fashioned garden by
the dim star light, when Porcupine came.
"How did you like my speech? Wasn't it grand, though!" he remarked in a
highly elated tone. I protested that while I approved 99 per cent, of
his speech, there was one per cent, that I did not. "What's that one per
cent?" he asked.
"Well, you said,...... there is not a single high-collared guy who with
smooth face entraps innocent people......."
"Yes."
"A 'high-collared guy' isn't enough."
"Then what should I say?"
"Better say,--'a high-collared guy; swindler, bastard,
super-swanker, doubleface, bluffer, totempole, spotter, who looks
like a dog as he yelps.'"
"I can't get my tongue to move so fast. You're eloquent. In the first
place, you know a great many simple words. Strange that you can't make
a speech."
"I reserve these words for use when I chew the rag. If it comes to
speech-making, they don't come out so smoothly."
"Is that so? But they simply come a-running. Repeat that again for me."
"As many times as you like. Listen,--a high-collared guy, swindler,
bastard, super-swanker .
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