Let him veer one iota from that procession and soon there will come
rumbling up to the curb a big black Maria and off he's whisked away from
his fellows. Let him but get into the wrong house or take the wrong
overcoat or chuck the wrong person under the chin - Pff! Let him forget
where the long procession leads and wander about a free spirit and his
wanderings will lead him to the madhouse.

I love to be one of the procession that marches forever up and down
Market street, such a brave procession.



Where the Centuries Meet



She was a tourist and she had just finished Sing Fat's. As she passed
out of the door she said smugly to her companion - "I don't see anything
so wonderful here."

I was standing right there and said I: "Madame, if you have been through
Sing Fat's and have failed, to see anything wonderful then you should go
home and give yourself the Benet test which is used to test the
intelligence of children." Oh, of course, I didn't say this so that the
lady could hear. The bravest speeches we humans make are never aloud.
Then I continued: "Madame, you may travel far in mileage but you will
never take anything back to Dingville, Kansas, richer than a souvenir
ash tray."

Why, just to take a trip from Sing Fat's to the White House is a