TALKS WITH A KID BROTHER
of an afternoon in spring term for a glass of bock beer.
They were amazed when they saw Stacy march in, and they looked it.
"I'll show you," thought Stacy, and hammered on a table for a waiter, scowling terribly.
"Beer, sir?" said the waiter, mopping the table.
"Beer! No. I want some whiskey."
Then he buried his face in a newspaper to hide the blush upon it. Also, he thought that this would look like the real thing, especially as he had put his feet on a neighboring chair.
"Here! why do you bring me a little glass like that?" he growled at the waiter. "I want a big glass." Suddenly the others seemed to see something funny out of the window.
"A high ball, sir?"
"A what?" The thing outside was still funnier.
"A high ball?"
Stacy did not know whether or not the
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