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By Jack Joseph Smith
"What about the men on the boats; do they laugh
at the old men?" she asked of him.
She is asking me if I have ever seen a group of
men laughing at death, he thought.
"I don't know," he replied.
She said, "I knew anybody would laugh at you the
way you run around with your brown paper bag act-
ing crazy."
He said, "I knew that when I went on tours with
my uncles; the men wanted us out of there."
He stopped and smiled. "But nobody in this world
gives a damn about my new costume and my new brief-
case."
The corner of his mouth flipping up.
"How about your rich uncles?" she asked in a high
trimmed way.
"Your a smart girl," he replied; this time slanting
his mouth and his right eye quite up to temple. "In
any event my uncles have finally lost complete sight
of me, and it took some work."
"Your very industrious," she remarked.
He shook his head, and rolled his eyes up to the
night sky.
"You know," she continued, after one of her slight
fingered pauses; "you look as though you were in the