"What results? merely a lot of trouble for everybody!"
"The Civic Betterment League now has a chance afforded it to make good ... we've provided you with the indisputable data, the evidence ... it's up to you, now, to go ahead."
"So God help me, Johnnie, sometimes you make me wish I had never sponsored you here."
The editor of the Globe made a right-about-face—repudiating us.
Jack Travers, in the style of his beloved Brisbane, put an editorial in the school paper, the Laurelian, addressed to Blair, beginning, "Get back into the collar of your masters, you contemptible cur."
The usual thing took place. Most of the worst criminals were mysteriously given ample time to make their get-away ... probably aided in it. The humorous side of the resulting investigation and trials of various minor malefactors were played up almost exclusively.
Little by little the town dropped back to its outward observance of not seeing in its civic life what it did not care to see, and which no one could radically remedy till human nature is itself different.