He pulled himself together on the Second
Day and resumed the Merry Clip and there was nothing doing in the
Macaulay Line. Home did not get him until the Lights had winked out
in the other Places. He would not leave the Stag Club or the German
Garden, until they began putting the Chairs on the Tables.
For the first two Weeks it was immense. In time, however, it struck
him that there was a certain Monotony in spending one's Money on the
Night Owls and showing up with the Milkman. The Poker Players were
into him and he began to suspect that he needed a Guardian.
Like every other Man who sends his Wife to a Summer Place, he ended
his Hurrah by making a few Resolutions and begging her to come Home.
And she will always believe that he did the Macaulay Act every Evening
while she was away. Which is just as well.
* * * * *
MORAL: In order to put a true Value on Civilization, one should pace a
few Heats with the Indians now and then.
* * * * *
_HOW AN HUMBLE BEGINNER MOVED FROM ONE PINNACLE TO ANOTHER AND PLAYED
THE ENTIRE CIRCUIT_
A team of Proud Parents had a son named James Henry Guff. On the Day
of his Birth the Wind changed and blew in another Direction, Apples
fell off the Trees, Chickens went to Roost at Mid-Day. All Nature
seemed to have been given a Jolt by the Portentous Event. For James
Henry Guff was born to know all the Brands of Human Greatness.
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