That is our unfortunate story.

We were discarded, tossed aside, just as soon as they found that they could replace us by those evil-smelling, noise-making, elongated, double-decked children of the devil.

Without a word, without a regret, they packed us off.

Some of us were sent to the end of Long Island, some to Florida to haul crackers and northern tourists, some, like myself, to the uttermost ends of the earth.

But the worst fate was that of those who stayed.