The Hot Air Association was in full session when Buck Jones caromed over from the other end of the car and weighed-in with us.
Buck is a sweller.
He thinks he strikes twelve on all occasions, but his clock is all to the bad.
Buck isn't a drummer—nay! nay! take back your gold!
He'll look you straight in the eye and tell you he's a travelling salesman—nix on the drummer!
I think Buck sells canned shirt waists for the Shine Brothers.
Buck's wife and a three-year-old were traveling with him, but he wasn't giving it out through a megaphone.
Buck is one of those goose-headed guys who begin to scratch gravel and start in to make a killing every time they see a pretty girl.
Across the aisle sat two pet canaries from Plainfield, New Jersey.
They were members of the Soubrette Stinging Society and they were en route to the West to join the "Bunch of Birds Burlesque Company."