He gave a start of surprise. But, like a true Kentucky gentleman, he did not voice his emotions. He turned to the second member of the group.
“And what do you take?” he inquired hopefully.
“Oh,” said Number 2, “I don’t want anything except a plain lemonade.”
Corbett’s eyes widened as he waved his arm toward the third man.
“And yours?” he inquired.
“Mine is a ginger ale,” was the answer.
Corbett faced front:
“Mr. Barkeeper,” he said, “I’m going to be in the fashion while I’m here if it kills me. Give me a quart of blueing.”
§ 209 Advice from Expert Sources
There used to be a ticket seller with the old Yankee Robertson circus who owned a big green parrot. The parrot’s perch swung from the roof of the ticket wagon and there the bird would sit just above her owner’s head.