You're the man!" "Certainly," said Annan, "you're the sort of cheerful ass we need in our business.

Come on! Some of these taxis belong to us--" "Where do you want me to go, you crazy--" "Now be nice, Louis," he said, soothingly; "play pretty and don't kick and scream.

Burleson was going with us to see the old year out at the Cafe Gigolette, but he's got laryngitis or some similar species of pip--" "I don't want to go--" "You've got to, dear friend.

We've engaged a table for six--" "Six!" "Sure, dearie.

In the college of experience coeducation is a necessary evil.