But afterwards, when one is supposed to be standing in line at the outside windows and the only way one can keep one's place is to lash one's. self to the gratings of the window like a shipwrecked mariner on @ spar, or something Vike that. It is rather confusing, in spite of the little red signs to know which way to get in and out. {made a mistake about that myself; but I certainly never did see a long me patiently waiting to get back thirty cent dividends and then insinuate myself next to its head. It doem't make any difference how you glare at such interlopers, either. We really should have gone to investigate the public closure but there was hardly time.
No, Marjorie, I don't object in the least to having people cash tick, their friends, or even for. rusting strangers who confide thei little paper slips to them.
Efficiency. We could even have a division of the new league which would undertake to cash tickets for twelve could do the work of a hund-Fed or so amateurs. They would be bonded, of course, and uniform. Now what sort uniform do you think would be becoming? Something between a Jockey's and a lady paper-hunter sure the Stewards would just love to have some sort of branch society like this to help them out, don't you think so, Marjorie?
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