John Kendrick Bangs

John Kendrick Bangs

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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs The Enchanted Type-Writer — Chapter VI. (1899)

You don't suppose that in the absence of my family I'm going to have my neighbors see me cavorting about the country on a trolley-car full of queens and duchesses and other females of all ages? Not a bit of it, my dear James. I'm not a strictly conventional person, but there are some points between which I draw lines. I've got to live on this earth for a little while yet, and until I leave it I must be guided more or less in what I do by what the world approves or disapproves.
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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs The Enchanted Type-Writer — Chapter VI. (1899)

It seems to me that if I saw one man scorching along a road alone on a tandem bicycle chatting to an empty front-seat, I should think him queer, but if following in his wake I perceived twenty-eight other wheels, scorching up hill and down dale without any visible motive power, I should regard him as one who was in league with the devil himself.
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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs The Enchanted Type-Writer — Chapter VI. (1899)

I cried. "What kings?"
"I have nine kings and one car-load of common souls besides for this affair," he explained. "Each king wants a special car."
"Kings be jiggered!" said I. "A trolley-party, my much beloved James, is an essentially democratic institution, and private cars are not de rigueur. If your kings choose to come, let 'em hang on by the straps."
"But I've charged 'em extra!" cried Boswell.
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