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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs The Booming of Acre Hill, and Other Reminiscences of Urban and Suburban Life

The notion that two years' service in so important an office as that of Mayor of Dumfries Corners received as its sole reward nothing but lamps was to her mind impossible.
"Is—is there anything the matter with you, dear?" she asked, placing her hand on his brow. "You don't seem feverish."
"Feverish?" snapped the leader of his party. "Who said anything about my being feverish?"
"Nobody, Teddy dear; but what you said about lamps made me think—made me think your mind was wandering a trifle."
"Oh—that!" laughed Perkins. "No, indeed—it's true. They always give the Mayor a pair of lamps.
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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs The Booming of Acre Hill, and Other Reminiscences of Urban and Suburban Life

And if Haskins and I did what you want us to do, there would be no more politics."
"Well, what of it?" demanded Mrs. Perkins. "Are politics the salvation of the country? It's as bad as war."
"Humph!" grunted Perkins. "It is difficult to please women. You hate war because, to settle a question of right, people go out into the field of battle and mow each other down with guns; you cry for arbitration. Let all questions, all differences of opinion, be settled by a resort to reason, say you—which is beautiful, and undoubtedly proper.
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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs The Booming of Acre Hill, and Other Reminiscences of Urban and Suburban Life

I didn't like it when Araminta smiled upon Harry Burnham, but it was not injurious to my self-respect that she should do it, because Harry Burnham averages up as good a fellow as I am, and then Harry and I could drown our differences in the flowing bowl later on. On the other hand, if Harry's Fiametta cast side glances at me, of course Harry would be wroth, but he could understand why Fiametta should be so affected by the twinkle in my eye—an affection by the way which has often got me unconsciously into trouble—that she should for the moment forget herself and respond to it.
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