“What is? The biography?” asks Dirty.
“No—our advancement. Gentlemen, we are on the threshold of a wonderful era for Piperock. No more shall the rest of the world point a finger of scorn at our community. No more shall they say that Piperock is uncivilized, unbalanced. From this day henceforth we shall blossom like the rose. Our ideals shall and will be realized to the fullest extremity. How is that, Ike?”
“Fits in with what we’ve just heard,” says I.
“And with the dawnin’ of a new day—” Magpie squints at his paper—“all these—that’s as far as I’ve got.”
“And that’s a — of a long ways, if you ask me,” said Dirty Shirt solemn-like.
“Now about bein’ president,” says I. “Yuh hadn’t ought to go that far, Magpie.”
“Hadn’t I? Huh! That’s who I am, Ike. Look upon me. I am the first president of the Piperock Chamber of Commerce.”
“What the — kind of a thing is that?” asked Dirty.
“Chamber of Commerce? Dirty Shirt, I’m surprized at you. It is an organization.”
“It’s the same thing as the Chamber of Horrors,” says I, “only they deals in commerce mostly. This one will prob’ly have horrors as a side-line.”