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It was a day to lie on one's back in the grass and watch the clouds or throw one's weight against the tugging helm of a racing sloop and bite the spindrift blown across her bows not a day for lawyers but for lovers! "Here's '76 Fed.," said Tutt. "What's become of Sorg?" "Gone. Mad. Says the whole point of the Fat and Skinny Club is in the name." "I fancy from looking at Mr.
Finding that none would make him any answer, he passed from thence to that part of the leaguer where the huff-snuff, honder sponder, swashbuckling High Germans were, to whom he renewed these very terms, provoking them to fight with him; but all the return he had from them to his stout challenge was only, Der Gasconner thut sich ausz mit ein iedem zu schlagen, aber er ist geneigter zu stehlen, darum, liebe frawen, habt sorg zu euerm hauszrath.
"You've learned something," said Mr. Tutt suavely. "I hope you will put it to good account. Here's '76 Fed. Take it out and console the Fat and Skinny Club with it if you can." Mr. Tutt surrendered the volume without apparent regret and Tutt retired to his own office and to the task of soothing the injured feelings of Mr. Sorg.
"I once tried a divorce action. Fuss against Fuss; and another, Love against Love. Do you really want this book?" "Not if you are using it," replied Tutt. "I just wanted to show an authority to Mr. Sorg, the president of the Fat and Skinny Club. You know our application for a certificate of incorporation was denied yesterday by Justice McAlpin." "No, I didn't know it," returned Mr. Tutt. "Why?"
Sorg he found his partner smoking the usual stogy and gazing pensively down upon the harbor.
For the indefatigable Sorg made an unheralded reappearance in the outer office and insisted upon seeing Tutt, loudly asserting that he had reason to believe that if a new application were now made to another judge whom he knew it would be more favorably received. Tutt went to the doorway and stood there barring the entrance and expostulating with him. "All right!" shouted Sorg. "All right!
"He don't appreciate the difference between doing a thing as an individual and as a group." "What thing?" "Why, taking a name." "I don't get you," said Georgie. "Sorg wanted to call his crowd the Fat and Skinny Club, and the court wouldn't let him thought it was silly." "Well?" "But he could have called himself Mr. Fat or Mr. Skinny or Mr. Anything Else without having to ask anybody Oh, I say!"
He retired from the newspaper life for a time to become Secretary to Congressman Sorg, remaining in his capacity until his 28th year, when he purchased the Dayton News, giving $12,000 in notes and beginning with a capital of just $80. The times were hard enough for the young chap with creditors constantly upon him.
Sorg that that is quite true," remarked Mr. Tutt. He paused and reaching down into a lower compartment of his desk, lifted out a tumbler and his bottle of malt extract, which he placed carefully at his elbow and leaned back again contemplatively. "Look here, Tutt," he said. "I want to ask you something. Is there anything the matter with you?"
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