had to do his Spelling for him at 14 Bucks per.

The Cerebellum of Elam was probably about the dimensions of a Malaga
Grape.

Sizing him by his Looks, one would have opined that Nature meant him
for a Ticket-taker in a suburban Cinema Palace.

Elam was a mental Gnat and a spiritual Microbe, but the Geezer knew how
to annex the Kale.

When Providence is directing the Handouts, she very often slips some
Squarehead the canny Gift of corralling the Cush, but holds out all of
the desirable Attributes supposed to distinguish Man from what you see
in the Cages at the Zoo.

After the Pater had earned his Shaft in the Cemetery, Elam became the
Loud Noise around a dinky Manufacturing Plant down by the Yards.
The Cracker Barrel Coterie and all the Old Ladies who had become
muscle-bound from wielding the Sledge predicted that Elam would put the
Organization into the Ditch, wrong side up.

The Well-wishers, the Brotherly lovers, and the total membership of the
Helping Hand Society sat back waiting for Elam to be dug out of the
Debris, so they could collect Witness Fees at the Autopsy.

The Junior earned their abiding Dislike by putting one across.

He made the Fossils sit up in their padded Rocking Chairs and pay some
attention to the Idiot Child.

He never could hold down any Position until tried out for a Captain of
Industry and then he began to Bat 450 and Field 998.

After the dusty Workmen had manufactured the Product, and the Salesmen
had unloaded it, and the Collectors had brought in the Dinero, then
Elam had to sit at a Mahogany Desk with a Picture of Claudine in front
of him, and figure how much of the hard-earned Mazuma would be doled
out to his greedy Employees.

Sometimes he would be compelled to fork over nearly half the Gross,
whereupon his Heart would ache and he would become Morose.

In a few Years he had a lot of new Buildings, with Skylights and
improved Machinery and all sorts of humane Appliances to enable the
Working Force to increase the Output.

As the Bank Account expanded and the Happy Couple found themselves
going up, Claudine began to scan the Horizon and act restless-like.
She said the Home Town was Impossible. It certainly did seem Contrary
to Reason.

Any Woman with a salaried Husband could bust into Society if she sang
in a Choir or owned an Ice-cream Freezer.

Claudine was for migrating to some high-toned Community beyond the
Rising Sun, where she could sit in Marble Halls and co