Sharon has grown modern with the town.

Not so many years ago he scoffed at rumours of a telephone.

He called it a contraption, and said it would be against the laws of God and common sense.

Later he proscribed the horseless carriage as an impracticable toy.

Of flying he had affirmed that the fools who tried it would deservedly break their necks, and he had gustily raged at the waste of a hundred and seventy-five acres of good pasture land when golf was talked.
Yet this very afternoon the inconsequent dotard had employed a telephone to summon his car to transport him to the links, and had denied even a glance of acknowledgment at the wonder floating above him.