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Updated: June 7, 2025
Some swivel-chair expert must have been dozing when the order went through sending them to France. In wash-out records they were the grand champions. They had left behind them a long train of cracked props, broken wings, stripped landing gears and a few wrecks so complete that the drivers thereof had been sent home in six foot boxes draped with flags.
"And I could have come home almost at once!" he said aloud, addressing the crumpled check in his hand rather than the man in the swivel-chair. "Yes. I have often wondered where you were, what you were doing. You and your brother were upper-classmen. I never knew Arthur very well; but you and I were chummy, after a fashion. Arthur was a little too bookish for my style.
We who stay at home endeavor to excuse the crime of war by attaching ludicrous ideals and purposes to its result. Thus every war is to its non-combatants a holy war. And we get a swivel-chair collection of nincompoops raving weirdly, as the casualty lists pour in, of humanity and democracy. It hasn't come yet, but it will."
The faded drab woodwork had been painted white. The walls had been colored a beautiful soft yellow. Back of the counter a series of shelves, glassed in by sliding doors, ran the whole length of the wall and nearly to the ceiling. Behind the show case stood a comfortable, cushioned swivel-chair.
For the rest my ears would give me sufficient warning of any movements in the companion. "But in that way my angle of view was changed. The field too was smaller. The end of the table, the tray and the swivel-chair I had right under my eyes. The captain had not come back yet.
By that time the situation appealed to my sense of humor. When the great man finally said he would see me, I found him tilting back in a swivel-chair in front of a mahogany table. He picked out Aunt Mary's letter from a heap in front of him, and said: "Are you the Mr. Macklin mentioned in this letter? What can I do for you?" I said very deliberately: "You can do nothing for me.
"I only said I could hear Jerry Mitchell in the gymnasium." "Yes, he's there." Ann looked out of the window thoughtfully for a moment. Then she swung round in her swivel-chair. "Uncle Peter." Mr. Pett emerged slowly from the comic supplement. "Eh?" "Did Jerry Mitchell ever tell you about that friend of his who keeps a dogs' hospital down on Long Island somewhere? I forget his name.
And," he added to himself, "I wouldn't go through it again for fifty thousand!" Mr. Anthony T. Hyatt, attorney-at-law, leaned smilingly back in a swivel-chair, matched ten pudgy fingers together and smiled expansively at his clients. There was a great deal of Mr. Hyatt, and much of it lay directly behind his clasped hands.
The arm-chair hugs me; the swivel-chair spins round with me, as if it were giddy with pleasure; the vast recumbent fauteuil stretches itself out under my weight, as one joyous with food and wine stretches in after-dinner laughter. The boarders were pleased to say that they were glad to get me back. One of them ventured a compliment, namely, that I talked as if I believed what I said.
He rose, but Calder waved him back to the swivel-chair. "Not dry a bit," he said cheerily. "Not five minutes ago I had a drink of water." "All right," said Hardy, and settled back into his chair. "Hardy, there's been crooked work around here." "What in hell " "Get your hand away from that gun, friend." "What the devil's the meaning of all this?" "That's very well done," said Calder.
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