The Redemption of David Corson by Charles Frederic Goss
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"Tell about his going on picket duty," suggested some one. "Captain ordered him out on the line," said the first speaker, "and he refused. 'T-t-tain't no use,' says he. "'Why not?' says the captain. "'C-c-cause,' says he, 'if some d-d-dirty Mexican g-g-greaser should c-c-come along, he'd run me through the g-g-gizzard before I could ask him for the c-c-countersign.'" More tipsy laughter followed. "Tell you what it is, b-b-boys," said the quack, growing communicative under the influence of the liquor and the fellowship, "if it wasn't for this b-b-blankety-blanketed impediment in my s-s-speech, I wouldn't need to work more'n about another y-y-year!" "How's that?" asked someone in the crowd. "C-c-cause if I could talk as well as I c-c-can think, I could make a fortune 'side of which old John Jacob Astor's would look like a p-p-penny savings b-b-bank!" "You could?" "You bet your sweet life I c-c-could. And I'm just keeping my eyes open for some young f-f-fellow to help me. For 'f I can find a man that can do the t-talking (I mean real talk, you know; talk a crowd blind as |
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