Q. “Buck, what is money?”
A. “Gold—gold is money.”
Q. “Who makes money, Buck?”
A. “God—God makes money.”
That was all I wanted. Thats the kind of swearin I wanted to inforce the law agin Billot. So I turned Buck over to Patrick.
Jim he looked Buck in the face a minit. Buck he dropped his eyes shamed like.
Then Jim perceeded:
Q. “Buck, what is your bizness and polertics?”
A. “Ime a lawyer—a Dimicratic lawyer and polertician.”
Q. “Buck, did you ever study the money question?”