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By Jack Joseph Smith
He went up to the stage through the whiskey glass-
es. A smiling order came to the hall. Some faces fat,
others; young and buttoned down still to hold the chin
up from the Adem's apple. Maybe for the flash of the
morning evening wife, with painted cheeks of cloud pow-
der. At the microphone, ventriloquism produced from the
memory source of his family would certainly bring this
audience to an attention their fantasy attractions to
the East; Animal knew, demanded they deliver from once;
the industrial forefathers presence of his blood became-
recognized as an American age written on the veins of
his tongue.
"Dear prefessional speakers for the community; I have
come to address you on the mater of a place where the
business mind can relax in this community."