and so one night these three guys and the girl are all sitting around the campfire, and each of the guys tries to pull a line that'd make this Jane think he was it—that he was the cat's left auricle. (God, I wish you could 've heard Mack tell this!)
So they're sitting there around the fire, and the Englishman, he puts on his monocle, and he says to her, "Hy sy, me deuh, ayn't it simply something grand to think that you and me could establish a new dominion of the good old British Empire here in these waste places—"
Say, you'd 've laughed fit to split if you could have heard the way Mack took off that Englishman—just as natural as life—the intonation absolutely perfect, and the choice of words and everything. And same way when he came to take off the Jew and the Irishman. Perfect! Say, that fellow certainly is a natural-born comedian—whole show right in himself.
And yet I don't want any of you boys to think that Mack is nothing but a clown. Say, when it comes to a time of grief and bereavement, you can
