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Wilson, Harry Leon, 1867-1939

"Bunker Bean"

And extension safety pockets, I
suppose?"
"Match pockets, change pockets, pencil pockets, fountain pen pockets,
improved secret money pocket, right here; see?" The speaker indicated
the last mentioned item. "Flower holder up here under the lapel." He
revealed it.
"I have 'em make a vestee," said Bean; "goes on with gold pins; adds
dressiness, the man says."
The Pitcher revealed a vestee, adjusted with gold pins.
The red car moved as smoothly as if nothing had happened.
Next was made the momentous discovery that each wore a shirt with the
identical lavender stripe.
"Initials!" said Bean, pulling up the sleeve of his coat and rotating
his fore-arm under the Pitcher's approving glance.
"Got mine tattooed the same way," said the Pitcher, pulling up the
sleeve of his coat in turn.
They discussed shirts.
"Funny thing," said Bean. "Chap down in the office with me, worth about
a hundred million if he's worth a cent, wears separate cuffs; fastens
'em on with those nickel jiggers."
"Had a fellow on the team last year did the same thing," said the
Pitcher. "He's back to the bush now, though. The hick used to wear a
made-up neck tie, too, till the other lads kidded him out of it."
"You must get a lot of those Silases, one time and another," said Bean
sympathetically. He was wondering; the fellow had referred at least
indirectly to his calling.
"In the box, to-day?" he asked, feeling brazen.


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