He Wore his Collars so High that He Had to Order Them from a Drummer
Suppressing Nothing "On Account of the Respectability of the Parties Concerned"
As an Office Joke the Boys Used to Leave a Step-Ladder by Her Desk so that She Could Climb Up and See How Her Top-Knot Really Looked
And Brought with Him a Large Leisure and a Taste for Society
Sometimes He Thought It was a Report of a Fire and at Other Times It Seemed Like a Dress-Goods Catalogue
As the Dinner Hour Grew Near She Raged—So the Servants said—Whenever the Telephone Rang
"Jim Purdy, Taken the Day He Left for the Army"
He Advertised the Fact that He was a Good Hater by Showing Callers at His Office His Barrel
He Likes to Sit in the Old Swayback Swivel-Chair and Tell Us His Theory of the Increase in the Rainfall
And Camped in the Office for Two Days, Looking for Jimmy
Reverend Milligan Came in with a Church Notice
A Desert Scorpion, Outcast by Society and Proud of it
"He Made a Lot of Money and Blew it in"
Went About Town with His Cigar Pointing Toward his Hat-Brim
The Traveling Men on the Veranda Craned Their Necks to Watch Her Out of Sight
Counting the Liars and Scoundrels and Double-Dealers and Villains Who Pass
