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Bill Gadsby, going abroad, naturally wasn’t on that ballot for Councilman Antor’s chair; but this history shows that that mouthy antagonist who had had so much to say about “pink satin ribbons” and “vanilla sprays,” didn’t win. No. A first class man got that position; old Tom Young, Sarah’s Dad, as good an old soul as any in all Branton Hills. And was Sarah happy! Oh, my! And was Sarah proud! Two “oh, mys!” Tiny Nancy, loyal as always to Bill, said:—
“Bill was as good as in, for nobody, knowing my Bill would ballot against him; and Bill would hold that honor now, but for ‘Old Glory’s’ calling.”
That’s right, Nancy darling, you stick up for Bill; for, though Bill didn’t know it until many months, a citation “for outstanding and valorous conduct in action” was soon to go through our National Printing Plant! For a “city fop” or an “outdoor part of a tailor shop” is not always a boob, you know.
Gadsby’s mansion was again brightly aglow that night, that “World War flag” not hanging in his window now. And so, on Labor Day night,
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