Bunker Bean by Harry Leon Wilson
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ILLUSTRATIONS "Every time I get alone I just giggle myself into spasms. Isn't it the funniest?" It was a friendly young face he saw there, but troubled "I feared he was discommoding you," ventured the Countess, elegantly apologetic "Daughter!" said Breede with half a glance at the flapper In that instant Bean read the flapper's look, the look she had puzzled him with from their first meeting "Oh, put up your trinkets!" said Bean, with a fine affectation of weariness Thereafter, until late at night, the red car was trailed by the taxi-cab "Lumbago!" said Bean, both hands upon the life-belt |
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