"Hello, old chap!" I said. "You look glum. Nothing happened, eh? Not
fired?"
"No; job's all right. I'm worried--that all," he replied.
"What's the trouble?"
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"Well, I'll tell you. Fact is, I've got a seal-skin wife and a muskrat
salary."
Then I laughed.
"Don't let that worry you, old man! Most of us fellows are in the same
predicament. It's the same old story, so common--a champagne appetite
and a lager beer pocketbook. Get used to it in time, so cheer up. Let's
liquidate."
Perhaps you may never have suspected that I was one of the heroes who
stormed San Juan Hill.
Only for me and Teddy there might have been a different story to tell
of that great day.