Go for it rough, and mek’ big bluff, an’ you get it, I guess!!
The gentle art of saying nothing is about to become a lost art.
The higher up you get the harder to keep your equilibrium and the bigger the bump when you come down.
Some men generally tell the truth, some often tell it, many seldom tell it, some have to have it dragged from them, and to a large number it is an unknown quantity.
THE STORY OF A FULL GROWN MAN
A full grown man once had a position in the Civil Service. He did the work of an average office boy in the business world, but drew the salary of a man. The full grown man was not ashamed of this. In fact, on the Q.T. he was of the opinion that he was a very clever fellow, and that the work he did was very important. The full grown man’s wife was a very different kind of person. She was of the opinion that hubby was a pure mutton, and that he was lucky to be in the Service; but she kept her opinion dark, and among her friends, whom she referred to as “Society,” she groaned over the fact that hubby was “so unlucky”; that it was a shame the way he was paid; that he was so clever, don’t you know,—and other things, which she thought people believed.
One evening when the full grown man and wife were out at an affair, wifie began performing her conversational ledger-de-main on a stranger who appeared to listen to her with great patience. The stranger was a man who had been twenty years in business, and had lately accepted a Civil Service position—with thanks.