There was a big dinner one night in London and Senator Depew, then at the head of the New York Central system, delivered the principal speech. Joseph Choate, our ambassador to the court of St. James, sat at the guest table flanked on either side by a serious-minded member of the British nobility, neither of whom had ever been to America.
As Senator Depew got into his swing one of Choate’s neighbors said to him:
“Your fellow-American is a most captivating speaker, eh, what? Curious I never heard of him before. To what station in your American life would you assign him?”
Choate’s gift of humor was brightest on the spur of the occasion.
“The Grand Central Station,” he replied promptly.
“Ah, yes, I see,” spoke up his neighbor on the other side, “what we call in England the great middle-class.”
§ 131 How Larry Boosted the Game
“Larry,” said the young man with the slicked-back hair. “I want you to do me a big favor. I’ve just met a girl who’s visiting here and I’ve fallen for her strong. Now, I want to let her get the impression that I’m well-to-do. In fact, I don’t care if she goes so far as to think I’m wealthy, but I don’t want to do too much bragging in front of her. So that’s where you fit in.”
“How do I fit in?” inquired Larry, who was by way of being rather a rugged and untutored person.
“Easy enough,” said the conspirator. “Tomorrow I’ve got a date to buy her a lunch at the Claridge. You drop in there as if by accident. I’ll hail you and call you over to our table and introduce you to Miss Ferguson—that’s her name, Gertrude Ferguson—and insist on you sitting down with us. Then I’ll start in to talking about myself. I’ll be sort of backward and diffident in referring to my own possessions but every time I mention anything that belongs to me that’ll be your cue to interrupt and go the limit, swelling me. That’s it, you boost and boost and keep on boosting until you make her believe that I’m a millionaire and all the time I’ll be getting credit in her mind for modesty.”