They put me in with a lot of nursin' babes.
What the hell?
I weigh a hundred and ninety and I got a beard!" "Didn't you learn anything ?" Buddy closed a meaning eye, and his pleasant features wrinkled into that infectious smile.

"I'll tell the world I did! After the whistlin' squabs was asleep in their nests I went out among the whippoorwills an' the bats.

Ain't it funny how quick folks can learn to put up with bad grammar when you got a jingle in your jeans?
I guess I've got enough education to do me; anyhow, I can write Ozark Briskow in the lower right-hand corner and that seems to get me by." "You wouldn't consent to go back or--have a tutor, like Allie ?" "Who, _me ?_" Briskow laughed scornfully.
"Um-m! Merely a suggestion.

You are the architect of your own career." "I'm fed up on that kind of schoolin', Mr.Gray.

I--" Buddy's face reddened, he dropped his eyes.