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Show 83, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] of it. Let me put it like this-Okay boss you see the big yacht out there--?" The principal polished his glasses. "--well I wouldn't bet my head that it isn't Harold Robbins, those big boats, how is it that the new writers are putting it in the New York Times Book Review, those yachts seem to reproach me. . ." "Dorian I was just planning things, scheduling for next year, okay forget next year, but stay with us until June; if you stay it's a feather in your cap. . ." "In my cap, yes sir." "And in the fall, why let me tell you, the beauty of this place, cooling somewhat, you know I'm a transplanted Yankee too, so many of us are, anyway picture football games, out Little Hurricanes in action, there's this pelican mascot, his head bobbing up and down on a pole, and stomping their saddle shoes on the cinders, have you even seen our coltish and musical cheerleaders?" "That's a good pitch, boss." At that moment one of his slow boys came by, squeezing a coin and pointing at a wall poster for the coming spring fuzz-faculty football game. "Where do you buy the ticket? I'm going," the boy offered, and he pointed at the teacher. "Is he going to play?" "Of course, Bruin," the principal smiled, "he's going to be the star!" |
