"No; job's all right. I'm worried—that all," he replied.
"What's the trouble?"
"Well, I'll tell you. Fact is, I've got a seal-skin wife and a muskrat salary."
Then I laughed.
"Don't let that worry you, old man! Most of us fellows are in the same predicament. It's the same old story, so common—a champagne appetite and a lager beer pocketbook. Get used to it in time, so cheer up. Let's liquidate."
Perhaps you may never have suspected that I was one of the heroes who stormed San Juan Hill.
Only for me and Teddy there might have been a different story to tell of that great day.
I seldom mention the fact, being constitutionally bashful.
And, besides, it pleases me to see all the glory go to the man who leads such a strenuous life.