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"Yes," said Mr. Newberry, "the difference between a council and a board." "Or call it," said Mr. Fyshe reflectively, "the difference between a board and a council." "Precisely," said Mr Newberry. "It's not altogether easy to explain," said Mr. Fyshe. "One chief difference is that in the case of a board, sometimes called a Commission, the salary is higher.
By this time, of course, the delay in the service was getting noticeable. Mr. Fyshe was directing angry glances towards the door, looking for the reappearance of the waiter, and growling an apology to his guests. But the president waved the apology aside. "In my college days," he said, "I should have considered a plate of oysters an ample meal. I should have asked for nothing more.
Even with the clergy it is well to be careful. So he substituted "is very much interested in studying American conditions." "Does he stay long?" asked Mr. Furlong. Had Mr. Lucullus Fyshe replied quite truthfully, he would have said, "Not if I can get his money out of him quickly," but he merely answered, "That I don't know."
For the gloomy head waiter re-entered and leaned over the back of Mr. Fyshe's chair and whispered to him. "Eh? what?" said Mr. Fyshe. The head waiter, his features stricken with inward agony, whispered again. "The infernal, damn scoundrels!" said Mr. Fyshe, starting back in his chair. "On strike: in this club! It's an outrage!" "I'm very sorry sir. I didn't like to tell you, sir.
"Very sorry, sir," said the waiter. Mr. Fyshe looked at the vanishing waiter with contempt upon his features. "These pampered fellows are getting unbearable." he said. "By Gad, if I had my way I'd fire the whole lot of them: lock 'em out, put 'em on the street. That would teach 'em.
As long as you only pay fifteen hundred you get your council filled up with men who will do any kind of crooked work for fifteen hundred dollars; as soon as you pay ten thousand you get men with larger ideas." "I see," said Mr. Newberry. "If you have a fifteen hundred dollar man," Mr. Fyshe went on, "you can bribe him at any time with a fifty-dollar bill.
Fyshe. "And, of course, now and then a giro," the Duke went on, and added, "My sister was luckier, though; she potted a rhino one day, straight out of a doolie; I call that rather good." Mr. Fyshe called it that too. "Ah, now here's a good thing," the Duke went on, looking at a picture.
"It was not necessary," said Mr. Fyshe. "The governor and the different chairmen have them so well fixed that is to say, they have such confidence in the governor and their political organizers that they will all be prepared to give us what I have described as thoroughly American support." "You are quite sure," persisted Mr. Newberry, "about the governor and the others you mentioned?" Mr.
We eat," he said, "too much." This, of course, started Mr. Fyshe on his favourite topic. "Luxury!" he exclaimed, "I should think so! It is the curse of the age. Mark my words, the whole thing is bound to end in a tremendous crash. I don't mind telling you, Duke-my friends here, I am sure, know it already that I am more or less a revolutionary socialist.
So the evening passes into night, and one by one the great motors come throbbing to the door, and the Mausoleum Club empties and darkens till the last member is borne away and the Arcadian day ends in well-earned repose. "I want you to give me your opinion very, very frankly," said Mr. Lucullus Fyshe on one side of the luncheon table to the Rev. Fareforth Furlong on the other.
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