"I dipped a pen in the ink-well and wrote across it in red, 'O—K.'"
OPPRESSING THE OPPRESSOR
"Is this the President's office?"
"Yes, sir."
"Can I see the President?"
"Yes,—I'm the President."
The visitor placed one big boot in a chair, hung his soft hat on his knee, dropped his elbow on the hat, let his chin fall in the hollow of his hand, and waited.
The President of the Santa Fé, leaning over a flat-topped table, wrote leisurely. When he had finished, he turned a kindly face to the visitor and asked what could be done.
"My name's Jones."