CONCERNING HORSE PLAY
Think how proud I must be! I am his brother. "I knew him when." Didn't I point this item out to every one within hail of my chair at the club? And when I finally put the paper down I left it on the table folded over at that place so the next man who picked up that copy would be sure to see the news about the family—only just then along came Peter, a most unimaginative servant, who smoothed it out straight again, just as if it were an ordinary newspaper. Say, Dick, you ought to subscribe to a clipping bureau now; think of the number of times your name will be in the papers during the next two years: "At the close of the meeting, Manager Dickie was asked to make a statement, but declined to discuss the matter." Ah! "declined to discuss the matter!" Think of waving the reporters aside magnificently, jumping into a cab and dashing away with an important scowl upon your brow! Been bothered with many requests from boarding-school girls for your autograph?
"Horse you?" I wouldn't do that for the
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