“Nina! This is a court room.”
Now this trial was too long to go into, word for word; so I’ll say that not only Norman Antor and Allison, but also our big, pompous Councilman Antor, according to our popular slang, “got in bad”; and Branton Hills’ dancing and night spots got word to prohibit liquor or shut up shop. Young Mary Antor was shown that liquor, in dancing pavilions or in a family pantry was not good for young girls; and soon this most disgusting affair was a part of Branton Hills’ history. And what vast variations a city’s history contains! What valorous acts by far-thinking officials! What dark daubs of filth by avaricious crooks! What an array of past Mayors; what financial ups and downs; what growth in population. But, as I am this particular city’s historian, with strict orthography controlling it, this history will not rank, in volubility, with any by an author who can sow, broadcast, all handy, common words which continuously try to jump into it!
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