His startled mother raised her eyebrows when her poor sick boy lurched to the side of his bed and began to hum, "For he's a jolly good fellow...."
Yep.
Back to the saloon.
That's where he belonged.
Rising slowly from some subterranean depth was the dawning realization that he was beginning to enjoy his ailment....
Good old Grundy.... Good old Bowdler ... they were indeed the salt of the planet.
CHAPTER 3
"'The portions of a woman's anatomy,'" Grundy was singing when Jimmy entered the bar, "'that appeal to man's depravity, are fashioned with considerable care....'" He broke off his song when he saw Comstock. "Buddy boy!"
Bowdler rushed over and threw his arms around Jimmy, "How's the old kid?"