I proved this to my satisfaction.
Having some business over at the farm, I went to the house and knocked.
This little chap came to the door.
"Is this where Skeezer, Nathan Skeezer, lives?" I asked.
"It be," he replied.
"Is he at home?"
"Reckon he is, sah—you'll find him over yonder cleanin' out the pigpen."
I thanked the youngster, and was moving away when he called out:
"Say, mister, you'll know dad, 'cause he's got his hat on."
While I'm at it, let me relate an experience I had with homely men, and I remember it the better because it cost me five dollars.