Samuel Mines

“ The mule with the reins tossed them to his fellow and dropped awkwardly off the wagon seat, nearly falling, but managing to regain its four feet.
Egan knew they were licked. What could even a stout club do against the lethal hoofs of a mule? And a smart mule at that who could probably outthink both of them.
But he kept charging. There was nothing else to do except turn and run, which was undignified. Interruption came from an unexpected quarter.
The unhappy Professor Weedlemeyer straightened in his harness and with a flash of the old fire sent his voice at them.
"Jon! No! The wire—the wire!" ”

“ We do all the work and what do we get? Do we get a fair crack at that life, liberty and pursuit of happiness you like to talk about?"
Senator Foghorn fell backwards off the platform. The sheriff and the mayor, who had been retreating all the time the mule was speaking, scrambled hastily down and fled for their lives, abandoning their hapless political colleague. Women screamed wildly and there was a vast trampling of feet as the crowd left.
On the outskirts, Jon Egan pulled Myrtle hastily into a doorway to let the maddened throng stream fast. ”

“ Professor Weedlemeyer sputtered in his eagerness, making large gestures with his hands.
"Of course!" he shouted, his accent becoming thicker with his excitement. "It is lunacy to think only man will increase in his intelligence! ”

“ They were returning from the movies, strolling hand in hand, this warm spring night. Jasmine and magnolia were in full, fragrant bloom and the night air was alive with romance. On a street corner a political meeting was in full progress. ”

“ Myrtle gasped. "The mules driving men!"
"It's democracy," Egan said, grinning a little in spite of himself. But he sobered quickly. "Look," he said pointing.
The lead man in the team was Professor Weedlemeyer.
Tarzan in a breech-clout is one thing—or Uncas. But a fat and past middle-aged professor has no dignity without his clothes. Professor Weedlemeyer was a sorry wreck of his normal rubicund self. ”

“ You will all the time fight and be perfectly happy and miserable. Now away go and talk your foolishness and let me work."
The roseate daze in which Myrtle and Egan were now enveloped left no room for curiosity about the nature of Professor Weedlemeyer's work. ”

“ So, engaged officially, they went hand in hand to seek Papa Weedlemeyer and break the news.
They found him peering myopically through a comparison microscope.
"So?" he grunted. "Am I supposed to be surprised? Any donkey could have seen it coming long ago. ”