Bernice said ‘Let’s stop talking a while and let Mr. What’s-his-name ---- “ she didn’t say that but I forget his name --- “do some talking’ and he said “Oh I guess I haven’t got anything to say?”
     “Gee! I’d like to meet that ronyon”
     “Well believe me he is a ronyon and a rump-fed one at that.  How many more of those do you have to draw?”
     “Six or eight and where I’m going to find them is more than I known”
     “There’s six or seven there” pointing to a newspaper before me.
     “Yes, but the photograph is so dim and so many are alike I guess I’ll have to make up a lot of them”
     “I wonder what We can do this