Can't you shoot a little ginger into it ?" "I've tried to paint the real Bassett.

He isn't one of these raw hayseeds who hands you chestnuts out of patent medicine almanacs.

I've tried to make a document that would tell the truth and at the same time please him." "Why ?" snapped the editor, pulling the green shade away from his eyes and glaring at the reporter.
"Because he's the sort of man you feel you'd like to please! He's the only one of these fellows I've tackled who didn't tell me a lot of highfalutin rot they wanted put into the article.

Bassett didn't seem to care about it one way or another.

I rewrote most of that stuff half a dozen times to be sure to get the punk out of it, because I knew he hated punk." "You did, did you! Well, McNaughton of Tippecanoe County is the next standard-bearer you're to tackle, and you needn't be afraid to pin ribbons on him.