QUIPS AND CRANKS - 1913 . r your thoughts, old fellow. Of what are you thinking? Bobby gazed earnestly and affectionately for a time at his companion, andthen in gentle tones made answer: Of ourself, my dear Treloar. Ha! Ha! Strange thing! laughed Treloar; for, would you believe it?I was thinking of the same thing myself? do you know, my continued, becoming serious, we couldnt think of a better thing? Of course not, dear Treloar. acquiesced Bobby, adoringly. Its amighty fine subject. Yes, and a many-sided one. We are a fine orator, Bobby. We certainly are, agreed Bobby. And
QUIPS AND CRANKS - 1913 . r your thoughts, old fellow. Of what are you thinking? Bobby gazed earnestly and affectionately for a time at his companion, andthen in gentle tones made answer: Of ourself, my dear Treloar. Ha! Ha! Strange thing! laughed Treloar; for, would you believe it?I was thinking of the same thing myself? do you know, my continued, becoming serious, we couldnt think of a better thing? Of course not, dear Treloar. acquiesced Bobby, adoringly. Its amighty fine subject. Yes, and a many-sided one. We are a fine orator, Bobby. We certainly are, agreed Bobby. And a very handsome man. Yes. dear Treloar : we are. And a sure hit with the ladies. Yes, Treloar; youre right, as usual. Here Treloar got up and strutted magnificently across the floor, followedby the worshipful gaze of Bobby. Returning to his seat, he leaned forward, andin a profound whisper added: And Bobby—we are the intellectual wonder of the age! Yes. dear Treloar; we are, said Bobby. I Eg n^^llqUIRS^CRANKSlimtlTWM I. Z^* HE last strains of that grand old hymn, How Firm a Foundation, died? ^m into silence. The Campljell lirothers. hymnbook in hand, stood lost in^^?^ mutual admiration. It was AIocking-Bird who spoke first. Cook, he asked, and his voice was tender, almost reverent, didwe really make that music ? Yes, Mock; we really did, replied Cook, his ample frontal swelling tomore ample dimensions. And wasnt it great? lien Tom, but it was, answered Mock. Just suppose Iaw Creek couldhave heard us! Wouldnt it ha\e been fine? said Cook, slowly, a cherubic smile lightinghis countenance: but Alock, he went on, a note of pathos cree[)ing into hisvoice, why dont the fellows like it? What do you ho])e. Cook? How do you expect a lot of roughnecks toapi>rcciate real music? We know that we can sing, so whats the odds? Dog Boot, but youre rigjit, .Mock. said Cook, a light dawning ujion sing Hymn 22. .And the room rang with melody. %^)[% n^^ j I ^-^ ^ ^^^ I ^^nn ^M-M
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