“Toosday is a great day,” remarked my German barber banteringly, when I called on the Saturday previous to get shaved.
“What about Tuesday?”
“Mr. Powers holds his picnic. Der will be some beer drunk, you bet.”
“What do you know about it? Do you belong to the association?”
“Yes. I was now six years a member alretty. It is a fine association.”
“What makes them charge five dollars? There can’t be very many around here who can afford to pay that much.”
“Der will be t’ree t’ousand, anyway,” he answered, “maybe more. Efferybody goes. Mr. Powers say ‘Go,’ den dey go.”
“Oh, Mr. Powers makes you go, does he?”
“No,” he replied conservatively. “It is a nice picnic. We haf music, a cubble of bands. Der is racing, schwimming, all de beer you want for nodding, breakfast und dinner, a nice boat ride. Oh, we haf a good time.”
“Do you belong to Tammany?”