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you think a fellow which will go to work and pay twenty-five bucks for a box of writing paper for himself is cuckoo, and maybe he is. But, honest, I wish you could of curled a eye over this stationery. It was the eel's ankle, no fooling! Take this paper itself—lobster red—and across the top in purple letters which you could press down with your fingers it said this:

, 19.

Besides this, in the upper right-hand corner there was a picture of me in my evening clothes—ring togs