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THE STORY BY MACK McMACK
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Come in!

Oh it's you, is it, kid! Where you been all night? Been out burying a sick grandmother at the baseball game? Now listen, son: You beat it right down to the drug-store here in the hotel and bring us up a nice fresh pack of cards—no, by God, we'll make it two packs, and the best kind they got! And shoot us up two more quarts of White Rock, and make it snappy, see?

Well say, gentlemen, all this time while we've been waiting for this damn' bell-boy, I'm afraid I've been forgetting my duties as a host.

Say when! That's what I call a real drink. That'll put hair on your chest!

Say when! Fine!

Say when! Attaboy!

So! Now Father Schmaltz will try to get rid of his own cold and maybe the bots and triphosus with a little touch of the old family remedy, and while we're waiting for the fresh cards, I'll go on,