“Now look here fellers,” said Joe, sitting on the edge of the table, “let’s get down to brass tacks.... What we’ve got to do is raise a fund from the gang and anywhere else we can.... Are we agreed about that?”
“Sure we are, you tell em,” said Dougan.
“I know lot of old fellers even, thinks the boys are gettin a raw deal.... We’ll call it the Brooklyn Bonus Agitation Committee associated with the Sheamus O’Rielly Post of the A. L.... No use doin anythin unless you do it up right.... Now are yous guys wid me or aint yer?”
“Sure we are Joey.... You tell em an we’ll mark time.”
“Well Dougan’s got to be president cause he’s the best lookin.”
Dougan went crimson and began to stammer.
“Oh you seabeach Apollo,” jeered Garnett.
“And I think I can do best as treasurer because I’ve had more experience.”
“Cause you’re the crookedest you mean,” said Segal under his breath.
Joe stuck out his jaw. “Look here Segal are you wid us or aint yer? You’d better come right out wid it now if you’re not.”