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In so far as the snake was concerned, he was referring to the assistant who had these snake stories in charge. "The fatter and more venomous and more scaly they are," he went on, "the better. I'd like it if we could use a little color in this paper red for eyes and tongue, and blue and green for scales. The farmers upstate would love that. They like good but poisonous snakes."

"You don't have a southern accent." "I grew up in Brunswick, just down the road from Bowdoin. My dad worked on the base for years. He's from upstate New York." "And your mother?" "Local gal. She's gotten used to Florida. I don't know if I could. I mean, you can get used to just about anything; but . . ." "Nice in January," Oliver said. "I know what you mean. I grew up in Connecticut."

The election brought a great surprise, for the big city, whose adverse vote suffragists had always predicted would have to be outbalanced by upstate districts, won the victory, the latter not helping but actually pulling down its splendid majority. Upstate districts, 349,463 ayes; 350,973 noes, lost by 1,510. Majority in the State as a whole, 102,353.

And, by the way, come to think of it, is there really any upstate Democrats left? It has never been proved to my satisfaction that there is any. I know that some upstate members of the State committee call themselves Democrats. Besides these, I know at least six more men above the Bronx who make a livin' out of professin' to be Democrats, and I have just heard of some few more.

It's just like Staten Island undertakin' to dictate to a New York City convention. I remember once a Syracuse man came to Richard Croker at the Democratic Club, handed him a letter of introduction and said: "I'm lookin' for a job in the Street Cleanin' Department; I'm backed by a hundred upstate Democrats." Croker looked hard at the man a minute and then said: "Upstate Democrats!

From the picture Mrs. Mumford showed Vee and me, I judged he must have looked like an upstate banker; but come to get down to cases, she admits he was in the coal and lumber business over in Montclair, New Jersey. About J. Dudley Simms I dug up all kinds of information.

He seemed to me to be everything that a lawyer should be. And years ago, when I came to this city a raw country boy from upstate, he represented and embodied for me all the fine traditions of the profession. But the practice of law isn't what it was in his day, Hugh." "No," I agreed, "that could scarcely be expected." "Yes, I believe you realize that," he said.

Oliver didn't expect him to accept, but he liked Dan and wanted to ask. "Saturday after next? Can't make it," Dan said. "I'm going to see my brother." "Oh. Where does he live?" "Upstate New York. He works on a farm." Dan saw Oliver's surprise and continued. "It's a long story. We're twins. And now I have twins strange.

He seemed to me to be everything that a lawyer should be. And years ago, when I came to this city a raw country boy from upstate, he represented and embodied for me all the fine traditions of the profession. But the practice of law isn't what it was in his day, Hugh." "No," I agreed, "that could scarcely be expected." "Yes, I believe you realize that," he said.

Gay was simply out of his head trying to plan the thing and Alice was to move to a hotel for several weeks until a newly furnished wing was ready to be inhabited. There was no reason why New York persons should have their homes like palaces and châteaux and so on, and turn their noses up at upstate residences. Alice was going to show them.