No, Mattie, I may be forty going on a hundred, but I was notcopping a el. It was a big day for Joe when he went ashore with his pay in his pocket to take a look around the town with Wil Stirp, who belonged there. He gota job as machinist's assistant in the Northern Pacific shops and made fair money. You look better than you have in a long time, finally put on someweight, I think-- Too much.
Jeez, what could I say to those fel ers?I'm just a bum of a col ege stoodjent, like you, Ben. He sat on a packingcase marked Tib-bett & Tibbett, Enameled Ware, Blackpool, to wait for Mr. Sure, big guy. They're just like Mexicans or somethin', or niggers.
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