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Show Portrait of a Young Man. Behold our hero lying stretched out on the soft upholstery of a couch at his club. No attitude of more complete com-plete relaxation could be found; if there were one, he would find it. On a table at his side stands his whisky and soda, and at just the right distance dis-tance to give the most grateful warmth crackles a wood fire. Outside, the keen air has the frosty tang of midwinter, midwin-ter, and the north wind sweeps along, cleansing heaven and earth. Inside In-side the clubhouse the air is warm and heavy with tobacco. Our hero yawns and moves one silken ankle the fraction frac-tion of an inch. He lights a cigarette and drops the glowing mat.h on the carpet because it is too much work to reach over to the ash tray. Still he does reach almost as far to pick up his whisky and soda. Collier's Weekly. |