Folk'll listen half to you an' more to your hotel.

I tell you, you leaning back in a big leather chair talkin' treasure with a two-bit cigar in your mouth an' a twenty-cent drink beside you, why that's like treasure.

They just got to believe.

An' if you'll come along now, sir, we'll trot out an' buy them suit-cases." Right bravely the Ancient Mariner drove to the Bronx in a taxi, registered his "Charles Stough Greenleaf" in an old-fashioned hand, and took up anew the activities which for years had kept him free of the poor- farm.

No less bravely did Dag Daughtry set out to seek work.