movie theater and six garages, that's how raw that place was, regular jumping-off place—and we had to take a brace of flivvers out to Joe's cabin (if you could call a regular palace like that a cabin!)—and that must have took us half an hour, and so all in all, it was just practically four hours and maybe a little more from the Union Station in Zenith to his place, to be exact.
Well, we got in there, and we got ourselves a little supper—say, I used to lambaste college profs as not being practical, but Doc Baroot was the cook, and he took those canned pork and beans and added whisky and an egg to 'em, and say! man! that was a dish fit to set before a king.
And some good apple pie with evaporated cream on it, and of course plenty of gin and hootch to wash it all down. Man, we ate like a bunch of dukes!
Well, by the time we'd fed our faces and washed up the dishes it was about eight o'clock, and Joe says, "Well say, boys, now we want to get a lot of rest and exercise and outdoor life while
