sh away on the Erie to look at the Iron Fence in front
of the House of the Pomeranian.

When the Day of Days arrived, Milt and Henry would be seen at the Depot
with congested Suit-Case and their Necks all newly shaven and powdered
for the approaching Jubilee.

Each had pinned into his college-made Suit enough Currency to lift the
Debt on the Parsonage.

Furthermore, each had in his throbbing Heart a determination to shoot
Pleasure as it Flies, no matter how many Cartridges it took.

Already they were smoking Foreign Cigars and these were a mere Hint of
what the Future had in Store.

While waiting for Number Six they wired for Two Rooms and Two Baths and
to have Relays waiting in the Manicure Parlor.

Up at the Junction, where they caught the Limited, they moved into the
High and began to peel from the Roll.

The Steak ordered in the Dining Car hung over the edge of the Table and
they scuffled to see which one would pay the Check.

As for the Boy in the Buffet, every time he heard a Sound like 25 Cents
he came out of the Dark Room and began to open small Original Packages.

When they approached the Metropolis, via the Tunnel, they thought they
were riding in on a Curtiss Bi-Plane.

Between the Taxi and the Register they stopped to shake hands with an
Old Friend who wore a White Suit and was known from Coast to Coast as
the originator of a Pick-Me-Up which called for everything back of the
Working Board except the License.

The Clerk let on to remember them and quoted a Bargain Rate of Six
Dollars, meaning by the Day and not by the Month.

They wanted to know if that was the Best he had and he said it was, as
the Sons of Ohio were having a Dinner in the Main Banquet Hall.

So they ordered a lot of Supplies sent up to each Room and wanted to
know if there was a Good Show in Town--something that had been
denounced by the Press.

The Clerk told of one in which Asbestos Scenery was used and Firemen
had to stand in the Wings, so they tore over to the News Stand and
bought two on the Aisle for $8 from a pale Goddess who kept looking at
the Ceiling all during the Negotiations, for she seemed out of Sympathy
with her Sordid Surroundings.

Then to the Rooms with their glittering Bedsteads and insulting
prodigality of Towels.

After calling up the Office to complain of the Service, they shook the
Moth Balls out of their Henry Millers and began to sort the Studs.

When fully attired in Evening Clothes, including