. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. better than Bildad, which 18 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE. was the name that his parents, in amoment of meanness, had given presume that they felt that they mustget even in some way for having toleave their money to him. He used to repine a good deal thathis name wasnt Rhinekopf, or Karl;Karl of Carlsbad, he once mourned tome would sound so much better thanHicks of Hackensack. But he couldntgo back and change history; so Hicksof Hackensack it had to be. This pose of Hicks was rendered allthe more ridiculous because he was would if a yearling lamb shoul
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. better than Bildad, which 18 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE. was the name that his parents, in amoment of meanness, had given presume that they felt that they mustget even in some way for having toleave their money to him. He used to repine a good deal thathis name wasnt Rhinekopf, or Karl;Karl of Carlsbad, he once mourned tome would sound so much better thanHicks of Hackensack. But he couldntgo back and change history; so Hicksof Hackensack it had to be. This pose of Hicks was rendered allthe more ridiculous because he was would if a yearling lamb should growlat you and show its fangs. Although Hicks was so full of de-sire for the reputation of a rakeshelland a gay doggie that it bugged hiseyes out even farther than Nature hadset them, he couldnt seem to makegood. He had the ambition and themeans, but he couldnt apply them. Hetried several times, but things didntturn out the way that they should ac-cording to the books. I remember one night when we wereleaving the club, we saw a woman. Painstakingly blackened both his eyes. built along the general lines of aclotheshorse. He was round-shoul-dered, nearsighted, ansemic, and worespectacles, and he looked exactly likethe pastor of a small, bucolic flock—one of that kind you know, that spendsall its time making red-flannel lungprotectors for a heathen that wouldswap three shiploads of em for twofingers of one-X corn whisky and acouple of stogies. And when he be-gan to rip out those archaic cusswords, it surprised you as much as it struggling in the embraces of a largeman who had been trying in a smallway to corner the liquor market Hicks ran to her succor, crying,Unhand the fair lady, thou scurvyknave! and caught the scurvy knavea feeble swing on a jaw that lookedlike a Belgian block. The scurvy knave forthwith un-handed the fair lady and undertook tohand Hicks instead. And then the fairlady hit Hicks behind the ear with abottle and asked him huskily what the HICKS OF HACKENSACK
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