" Since then the conviction has become a certainty, and
Bill is a grandfather. Commenting on the appearance of his grandchild,
he has been heard to say: "She's a pretty child. I say she looks like
Charles. Charles says she looks like me."
There are few scenes that abide longer in the student's recollection
than those in which Bill is the central figure. It not infrequently
happens that, when a number of lovers of fun are gathered around him
as he vigorously brandishes axe or saw, one of them, willing, for the
sake of drawing him out, to make a martyr of himself for the public
good, addresses him. On such occasions a conversation, something as
follows, occurs:
Student--"Bill, what do you think of the constitutionality of the
configuration, esthetically considered?"
No reply is elicited from Bill, but a scornful "Ottah," as he puts on
a new stick and continues his work.
Student, (not discouraged)--"Really, Bill, I should like your opinion
on that point."
Bill, (having finished his stick)--"You ain't no kind of a man. You
hain't got no elements, no justice of earth.
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