This automobile also bore on its underside the words: “Don't swear.
Drink Glenguzzle.” And I was willing to believe that they were on all
the automobiles.
I walked across the avenue again and shook hands with Perkins. “It's
great!” I said, enthusiastically.
Perkins nodded. He knew what I meant. He knew I appreciated his genius.
In my mind's eye I saw thousands and thousands of automobiles, in all
parts of our great land, and all of them standing patiently while men
lay on their backs under them, looking upward and wanting to swear. It
was a glorious vision. I squeezed Perkins's hand.
“It's glorious!” I exclaimed.