" The more excited she got,
the more Scotch she got and the more confused he. Then, when they were
both fairly hysterical, I discovered that it was pepper.
Then you should have heard that Greek scold. He told her that it was
"Pip-RR."
And she said back, "Paeper."
Then they argued and never once did either one of them get it "Pepper."
"Paeper."
"Pip-RR."
"Paeper."
"Pip-RR."
One day I heard him laying down the law to a woman who had dared
question his price of "Rust Bif." He told her what he had to pay for it
in "Cash Mawney" and asked her if she could do so, to explain. "Explin -
you kin explin - explin." But she couldn't explain. So, chastened, she
meekly bought the roast beef at his price.
Yesterday a U. C. girl was in and asked, "You are a Greek, are you not?"
"Naw," he answered, "you min Grrik."
Billboards or Art
If you like billboards you are not artistic. Take it or leave it. That's
the criterion. It's not my verdict. Ask those who know, the literary
clubs, the art clubs and our distinguished guests from Europe. I can
remember away back when Pierre Loti visited this country and was so
shocked at the glaring billboards that marred the beauty of New York
harbor and blinded his continental eyes with their gaudy colors.
Now, I would like to be both artistic and fond of billboards.
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