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By Jack Joseph Smith
from her temples.
"The carpetbaggers go broke and become theaves
again. It's just that the next time around brings
embarrisoment. You see, they have the personality
to become just like the rest of us. But for the
big rich; Their chance of getting caught exists;
Sure; Standard Oil could get squeezed; But an es-
tate has more corners than an alley."
"Sure...," said Jaqueline; her lips full, the
corner of her mouth down to something sexy.
"The thing about the real rich is: They will
never have to start ever from the absolute beg-
inning, unless we are invaded by Japan."
"Alice in Wonderland," the young visitor said,
"Begin from the beginning for psychic phenomenon
explained the frog in his round about way."
"No way has money in America ever been kind to
a something they didn't identify with. And Amer-
ica is the way of the world. So things really do
come down to whatever ya got in your own bag."
Jaqueline looked down beside the bed and held the
rolled top of his brown paper bag with her toe.
"May I introduce this man from Montreal?" asked
Marie really saying it;
"Looks like Hart Street might have a revolution
after all, with all this French representation,"
replied Animal. "No offence Marie."