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He would never go to any more parties. Classical phrases played in his mind&mdash;that side of his life was closed, closed. Now when a man says "closed, closed" like that, you can be pretty sure that some woman has double-closed him, so to speak. Perry was also thinking that other classical thought, about how cowardly suicide is. A noble thought that one&mdash;-warm and inspiring. Think of all the fine men we should lose if suicide were not so cowardly!

An hour later was six o'clock, and Perry had lost all resemblance to the young man in the liniment advertisement. He looked like a rough draft for a riotous cartoon. They were singing&mdash;an impromptu song of Baily's improvisation: "One Lump Perry, the parlor snake,    Famous through the city for the way he drinks his tea;       Plays with it, toys with it       Makes no noise with it,     Balanced on a napkin on his well-trained knee&mdash;" "Trouble is," said Perry, who had just banged his hair with Baily's comb and was tying an orange tie round it to get the effect of Julius Caesar, "that you fellas can't sing worth a damn. Soon's I leave the air and start singing tenor you start singin' tenor too,"

"'M a natural tenor," said Macy gravely. "Voice lacks cultivation, tha's all. Gotta natural voice, m'aunt used say. Naturally good singer."

"Singers, singers, all good singers," remarked Baily, who was at the telephone. "No, not the cabaret; I want night egg. I mean some dog-gone clerk 'at's got food&mdash;food! I want&mdash;&mdash;"

"Julius Caesar," announced Perry, turning round from the mirror. "Man of iron will and stern 'termination"

"Shut up!" yelled Baily. "Say, iss Mr. Baily