the way he comes back at you when you try to bawl him out that I never could get a word in edgeways. Well, he comes in—
And besides, I must say I still ain't sold on the idea of cigarettes.
I think I can with justification call myself what you might call a modern, up-to-date liberal man. I was the first fellow in my neighborhood to put in a radio, and I never did believe they ought to have hung Sacco and Vanzetti if they were innocent. But when it comes to smoking, I still prefer a pipe or a good cigar.
But's I was saying, he comes in smoking a cigarette, and Delmerine—that's my daughter, a girl that I want to tell you gentlemen can in my judgment sing just as good right this minute as Schumann-Heink or Sophie Tucker or any of these famous prima donnas—and she hollers at him, "Say, Dad's going to take us to see President Coolidge."
And he says, "Gee whiz! Are you going to give him enough warning so he can get away?"
