David's life had lacked color.

The day he carried his certificate of membership to the big jewelry store uptown and purchased two rosettes, one for each of his two coats, was the proudest of his life.
The other men in the Broadway office took a different view.

As Wyckoff, one of Burdett's flying squadron of travelling salesmen, said, "All grandfathers look alike to me, whether they're great, or great-great-great.

Each one is as dead as the other.

I'd rather have a live cousin who could loan me a five, or slip me a drink.