A cross-country dub named Montrose has been doing the Shine specialty around Clara Jane lately.
He began to call evenings and bring a bunch of ready-grown flowers with him as big as a hay stack.
Then he'd spread around the parlor and tell her how he won the long-distance running jump in the '01 Yale class.
As you approached him from the front the first name you saw was Clarence—Clarence Edgerton Montrose.
Wouldn't that slap you!
I don't think Clara Jane considered him the real kittens, but he could talk fast and use long words and she found him pleasant company.
She said she loved to sit and shade her eyes with the $8 fan I gave her and listen to Clarence Edgerton Montrose while he discoursed about Palestine and the Holy Land.
If he was ever there he went in a hack.
That's the trouble with some of those college come-outs! The Professors beat them over the head with a geography and then as soon as they get a crowd around they begin to go to the places that struck them hardest.
As an honest, hard-working man it was my duty to put the boots to Edgerton and run him down the lane as far as the eye could see.