to take down the nicely framed rules that said we must not cook
cabbage nor onions nor fish, nor play music after ten o'clock at
night, nor do any loud talking in the halls.

"Every day for a week Casey cooked cabbage, onions and fish. He
sat up nights to play the graphophone. He stayed home to talk
loudly and play bucking bronk with Babe all up and down the
stairs and in the halls. Our rent was paid for a month in
advance, and the landlord was too little and old to fight. So he
sold out cheap--and it really was a good stroke of business for
us, though not deliberate

"Well-sir, at first we lost tenants who didn't enjoy the freedom
of their neighbors' homes. But really, Jack, you'd be surprised
to know how many people in this city just LOVE cabbage and onions
and fish, and to have children they needn't disown whenever they
go house-hunting. I had ventilator hoods put over every gas range
in the house, and turned the back yard into a playground with
plenty of sand piles and swings. I raised the price, too, and
made the place look very select, with a roof garden for the
grown-ups. We have the house filled now with really nice
families--avoiding the garlic brand--and as an investment I
wouldn't ask for anything better.

"Casey enjoyed himself hugely while he was whipping things into
shape, but the last month he's been going stale. The tenants are
all so thankful to do as they please that they're excruciatingly
polite to him, no matter what he does or says. He's tired of the
beaches and he has begun to cuss the long, smooth roads that are
signed so that he couldn't get lost if he tried. It does seem as