4/25 Lemme me give you a tip, Wick. Well, sir, the judge's wife used to turn up her nose at me until I got to feelin' too small to be seen. My pride was wallerin' in the dust. Finally, I thought of a scheme to fix her. Every time I saw her, I'd grin at her--not sayin' a word, mind you, but jest lookin' at her as if she struck me as bein' funny. |