“No! I wonder what kind of a bargain they’ll offer now.”
“You ought to curb that mean, suspicious nature of yours, Boss,” reproved Galpin solemnly. “Now, I set it down to force of habit on the P.-U.‘s part. Something’s in the air. Therefore they begin to advertise. It’s the cuttle-fish principle. Only they use printer’s ink.”
“What’s their little game?”
“Self-defense, I guess. The Governor is sharpening up his Corporation Control Bill.”
“We’ll be for it. The P.-U. advertising won’t make any difference. Montrose Clark ought to know that by this time. If he knows anything,” qualified Jeremy.
“Don’t worry about President Puff. He knows a lot of things he did n’t know before The Guardian tackled the job of his education. One of ’em is that the P.-U. is going to need just as much friendship and just as little enmity as it can get when this bill comes up.”
“And Clark is going to smooth us down with his advertising, eh?”
Andy lifted up his voice in pertinent song:
“There was a young man who said, ‘Why
Can’t I look in my Ear with my Eye?