Instead, they flash past you in the street; they shine upon you from boxes in the theatre; they frown at you from the tops of buses; they smile at you from the cushions of a taxi, across restaurant tables under red candle shades, when you offer them a seat in the subway.

They are the only thing in New York that gives me any trouble." The city editor sighed.

"How young you are!" he exclaimed.

"However, to-morrow you will be free from your only trouble.

There will be few women at the celebration, and they will be interested only in convalescents--and you do not look like a convalescent." Sam Ward sat at the outer edge of the crowd of overdressed females and overfed men, and, with a sardonic smile, listened to Flagg telling his assembled friends and sycophants how glad he was they were there to see him give away a million dollars.
"Aren't you going to get his speech ?", asked Redding, the staff photographer.
"Get HIS speech!" said Sam.