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Updated: June 13, 2025
He caught Frink at the club every noon, and demanded, while Frink looked hunted and evasive, "Say, Chum you're a shark on this writing stuff how would you put this sentence, see here in my manuscript manuscript now where the deuce is that? oh, yes, here. Would you say 'We ought not also to alone think? or 'We ought also not to think alone? or "
Frink, a small twittering woman, proposed that they "try and do some spiritualism and table-tipping you know Chum can make the spirits come honest, he just scares me!" The ladies of the party had not emerged all evening, but now, as the sex given to things of the spirit while the men warred against base things material, they took command and cried, "Oh, let's!"
And this journey was but a sample of the travel and exposures of the year of labor, on which Brother Frink had entered.
However intimate they might be with T. Cholmondeley Frink as a neighbor, as a borrower of lawn-mowers and monkey-wrenches, they knew that he was also a Famous Poet and a distinguished advertising-agent; that behind his easiness were sultry literary mysteries which they could not penetrate.
BABBITT was fond of his friends, he loved the importance of being host and shouting, "Certainly, you're going to have smore chicken the idea!" and he appreciated the genius of T. Cholmondeley Frink, but the vigor of the cocktails was gone, and the more he ate the less joyful he felt. Then the amity of the dinner was destroyed by the nagging of the Swansons.
I'm no Ph.D. like Littlefield, and no poet, and I haven't anything to spring! Well, let me tell you, just the other day your darn Chum Frink comes up to me at the club begging to know what I thought about the Springfield school-bond issue. And who told him? I did! You bet your life I told him! Little me! I certainly did! He came up and asked me, and I told him all about it! You bet!
Joseph Hadfield, Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Henry, Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Clark, Sarah Packham, Mr. Blodgett, Mr. and Mrs. John Bromell, John White, and Rev. Jonas Clark. Brother Henry was soon after made the Leader. The members of the class at Summit were John Merical, Leader, Levi Merical, John Merical, Jr., Philip Scheuler, Mary Scheuler, Maria L. Frink, Sarah Taft, and Sarah Hardell.
"The thing that worries me is that a lot of these guys will take to cocaine," sighed Eddie Swanson. They bobbed more violently, and groaned, "That's so, there is a danger of that." Chum Frink chanted, "Oh, say, I got hold of a swell new receipt for home-made beer the other day. You take " Gunch interrupted, "Wait! Let me tell you mine!" Littlefield snorted, "Beer! Rats!
"Yes," Frink mused, "that's got an elegant color to it, if I do say so, but it ain't got the originality of 'spill-of-speech!" The whole company sighed with sympathy and admiration.
Babbitt usually sat at the one near the door, with a group including Gunch, Finkelstein, Professor Pumphrey, Howard Littlefield, his neighbor, T. Cholmondeley Frink, the poet and advertising-agent, and Orville Jones, whose laundry was in many ways the best in Zenith. They composed a club within the club, and merrily called themselves "The Roughnecks."
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