Can you beat that?
This is an awful place, and if I don't write it is because I hate to harrow your feelings.

It is a town of flies, filth and heat.
John McCutcheon is the only friend I have seen, and he sensibly lives on a warship.

I can't do that, as cables come all the time suggesting specials, and I am not paid to loaf.

John is here on a vacation, and can do as he pleases.

But I ride around like any cub reporter.