Theze quacks in the small beer line, hav but phew branes, but their branes are like yeast, they kant rize without running over every thing.
I have known them tew argy a point 3 hours and a half, and never offer one good reazon in the whole time.
They mistake words for ideas, and their tongues travel 501 tew just about az mutch purpose az a boy’s wind mill duz, in the teeth ov a stiff nor wester.
They are the vainest ov all human beings that hav yit bin discovered, and think, bekauze people kant eskape their furios effervescence, they are pleazed and convinced.
I never knu one ov theze windmills yet, but what thought Soloman waz almost an ideot kompared tew them, and I never knu one to ever diskover hiz mistake.
Yu mite az well undertake tew git the pride out ov a pekocks tail, bi laffing at it, az to convinse theze phellows that what they say aint either wit or wisdum.
The gassy man iz not bi enny means a bad man at heart, he iz often az good natured az he is phoolish, but hiz friendship aint worth mutch more tew yu than the luv ov a lost pup, who iz reddy tew phollow enny one off who will pat him on the back.
THE SHARP MAN.
The sharp man iz often mistaken for the wize one, but he iz just az diffrent from a wize one az he iz from an honest one.
He trusts tew hiz cunning for suckcess, and this iz the next thing to being a rogue.