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after local colour. Now, there’s nothing I would like better than to drop in at the Kappa Delta Phi, but—some other time!”
We said our farewells and boarded a home-bound car. We had a rabbit on upper Broadway, and then I parted with Rivington on a street corner.
“Well, anyhow,” said he, braced and recovered, “it couldn’t have happened anywhere but in little old New York.”
Which to say the least, was typical of Rivington.
