“And the heavy type for the same reason?”
“Yes. I want to make ’em just as easy to read as possible.”
“They’re easy to read,” admitted the other. “Are they all yours?”
“Mine—and others’.”
Marrineal looked a bland question. Banneker answered it.
“I’ve been up and down in the highways and the low-ways, Mr. Marrineal, taking those editorials from the speech of the ordinary folk who talk about their troubles and their pleasures.”
“I see. Straight from the throbbing heart of the people. Jones-in-the-street-car.”
“And Mrs. Jones. Don’t forget her. She’ll read ’em.”
“If she doesn’t, it won’t be because they don’t bid for her interest. Here’s this one, ‘Better Cooking Means Better Husbands: Try It.’ That’s the argumentum ad feminam with a vengeance.”
“Yes. I picked that up from a fat old party who was advising a thin young wife at a fish-stall. ‘Give’m his food right an’ he’ll come home to it, ‘stid o’ workin’ the free lunch.’”