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grand, though!” he remarked in a highly elated tone. I protested that while I approved 99 per cent, of his speech, there was one per cent, that I did not. “What’s that one per cent?” he asked.
“Well, you said,… there is not a single high-collared guy who with smooth face entraps innocent people…”
“Yes.”
“A ‘high-collared guy’ isn’t enough.”
“Then what should I say?”
“Better say,–‘a high-collared guy; swindler, bastard, super-swanker, doubleface, bluffer, totempole, spotter, who looks like a dog as he yelps.’”
“I can’t get my tongue to move so fast. You’re eloquent. In the first place, you know a great many simple words. Strange that you can’t make a speech.”
“I reserve these words for use when I chew the rag. If it comes to speech-making, they don’t come out so smoothly.”
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