David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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brave to cling to the boat."
"You bet he _was_, and if ever you need money, you come to me, for I'm the boy that's got it in the yellow!" Corkey bows himself down the steps. There two managers of museums implore a few moments' conversation. They tender their cards. "Naw!" says Corkey, "we don't want no museum." The managers persist. "No use o' your chinning us! Go on, now!" The heroes escape from their persecutors. The mind of Corkey reverts to the parlors of Esther Lockwin. "Great Caesar!" he exclaims. "Yessah!" "Steer me to a bar!" A few moments later Corkey leans sidewise against a whisky counter, his left foot on the iron rail, his hand on the glass. A mouthful of tobacco is gnawed from the biggest and blackest of plugs. The mascot stands by the stove. The bartender is proud to serve the only Corkey, the most famous man on the whole "Levee." While the bartender burns incense, the square mouth |
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