Look at that whopper, fifteen hundred pounds--that's as much as a horse weighs, you know.

Now, my friend shot him"-- and it was a toss-up who was the more keenly interested, the real boy or the man-boy, as picture after picture came out and bear adventure crowded upon the heels of bear adventure.
"Gee, he's a corker, all right!" came from the boy at one point, and then, from the President: "That's right, he is a corker.

Now you see his head here"-- and then both were off again.
The private secretary came in at this point and whispered in the President's ear.
"I know, I know.

I'll see him later.

Say that I am very busy now." And the face beamed with smiles.
"Now, Mr.President--" began the father.
"No, sir; no, sir; not at all.