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in that manner?" Hoping to prolong the window conference in relief from the story conference, he thrust: "Why, you guys are crazy! She's a nice girl, swell looker, with a foreign aspect."
"So that's what they call it?" Edgar refocused his eyes to ascertain his true convictions. "So she's an importation, eh? From where?"
"Nuts!" Horatio laughed. "Brooklyn's still got things we ain't seen yet!" Much pleased with his statement, he stuck his tongue a half-inch out of his mouth and blew.
The unpopular noise disturbed the others because they had not thought of doing it. Ostracizing Horatio with harsh mock glances, they shifted positions like a football squad, affecting moral attitudes.
"What d' think," Jay coughed to sink his sarcasm, "do they really call that femininity? It's ba-lon-ee to me! Wonder what the publicity department will write in alibi?"
"Feminine my — my eye!" Ham cried, trying to top Jay. "There's a masculine streak in that dame or I'm a pansy."
"Pipe down. Everybody knows you're a pansy," Horatio gulped happily.
"You'll have to prove them words, mah partnah!" Ham announced, and dramatically left the window to strut his false anger. When his attempted comedy got no response, he elbowed his way back to his position at the window, concluding: "No foolin', fellas, that dame's got it, and it ain't it I mean when I say it. Our girls had better watch out. I won't be responsible," he insinuated for fun.
He got a small supper-show laugh.
Waxing moral for effect, Jay spouted: "Oh, for cryin' out
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