“Dirty trick!” remarked Phil.
“What? Holy Yiminy!––that fair enough. You don’t expect decent white man ask nigger coon wench to marry him. I maybe not mention it to myself when I make deal with myself, but no black nigger, no Chink or Jap for Sol Hanson. I keep single first,––you bet!”
“Quite right!” switched Phil. “Keep the colour scheme right anyway, Sol.”
“Well––then white girl come along. ‘By gosh!’ I say.
“She Miss Gladys Tierney,––you know,––she work typewriter for Commercial Bank.
“I raise my hat and say, ‘Good morning, lady!’
“She look me up and down. ‘Are you crazy?’ she ask. ‘You bet!’ I say, ‘been crazy for you, sweetheart.’
“She sniff and give me regular freeze-out; leave me standing dam-fool foolish.
“Little while more, pretty fine Jane she come along. I see her sometimes; but not know her name.