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Portrait of Stephen Leacock Stephen Leacock The Hohenzollerns in America

Sims reach scarcely further than Martini cocktails and Egyptian cigarettes. Such poor comforts as these, brought by a deferential waiter, with, let us say, a folded newspaper at five o'clock, suffice for all his wants. Here sits Mr. Sims till the shadows fall in the street outside, when a limousine motor trundles up to the club and rolls him home.
And here of an afternoon Mr. Sims talks to me of his college days when he was young. The last thirty years of his life have moved in so gentle a current upon so smooth a surface that they have been without adventure.
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Portrait of Stephen Leacock Stephen Leacock The Hohenzollerns in America

Sims's college, the original scene of the exploits of the old gang. In the thirty years since he had graduated, though separated from it only by two hundred miles, Mr. Sims had never revisited it. So is it always with the most faithful of the sons of learning. The illumination of the inner eye is better than the crude light of reality. College reunions are but for the noisy lip service of the shallow and the interested. The deeper affection glows in the absent heart.
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Portrait of Stephen Leacock Stephen Leacock The Hohenzollerns in America

I asked, "to remedy your labour troubles?"
"We are appointing commissions," said Abdul. "We appoint one for each new labour problem. How many yesterday, Toomuch?"
"Forty-three," answered the secretary.
"That's below our average, is it not?" said Abdul a little anxiously. "Try to keep it up to fifty if you can."
"And these commissions, what do they do?"
"They make Reports," said Abdul, beginning to yawn as if the continued brain exercise of conversation were fatiguing his intellect, "excellent reports. We have had some that are said to be perfect models of the very best Turkish."
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