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rotten politics. Wall Street on a holiday is fascinating. No one about. Desolate. But full of spirits." Flint took a fresh cigar. "Last Sunday morning I walked in Central Park. There were all manner of toy sailboats on the pond--big and little--thirty of them at the least--tipping and running in the breeze. Grown men sail them. They set them on a course, and then they trot around the pond and wait for them. Presently I was curious. A man upward of fifty had his boat out on the grass and was adjusting the rigging. "'That's quite a boat,' I began. "'It's not a bad tub,' he answered. "'Do you hire it from the park department?' I asked. "'No!' with some scorn. "'Where do you buy them?' "'We don't buy them.' "'Then how--?' I started. "'We make 'em--nights.' "He resumed his work. The boat was accurately and beautifully turned--hollow inside--with a deck of glossy wood. The rudder was controlled by finest tackle and hardware. Altogether, it was as delicately wrought as a violin. "'It's this way!'--its builder and skipper laid down his pipe--'There are about thirty of us boys who are dippy about boats. We can't afford real boats, so we make these little ones. Daytimes I am an interior decorator. This is a thirty-six. Next winter--if my wife will stand the muss (My God! How it litters up the dining-room!) I am going to build a forty-two. All of the boys bring out a new boat each spring!' The old fellow squinted at his mast and tightened a cord. Then he continued. 'If you are interested, come around any Sunday morning until the pond is frozen. And if you want to try your hand at a boat this winter, just ask any of us boys and we will help you. Your first boat or two will be sad--_Ju-das!_ But you will learn.'" Flint was interrupted by Quill. "Isn't that rather a silly occupation for grown men?" "It's not an occupation," said Flint. "It's an avocation, and it isn't silly. Any one of us would enjoy it, if he weren't so self-conscious. And it's more picturesque than golf and takes more skill. And what courtesy! These men form what is really a club--a club in its primitive and true sense. And I was invited to be one of them." Flannel Shirt broke in. "By George, that _was_ courtesy. If you had happened on a polo player at his club--a man not known to you--he wouldn't have invited you to come around and bring your pony for instruction." "It's not an exact comparison, is it, Old Flannel Shirt?" "
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